Will the future
be fair to you...
Mothers and daughters,
sisters and aunts...
Eighteen and a rebel stating my place
wrapped in the arms of my parents embrace...
..as twilight fades in light of dawn
I will forever weep and mourn...
many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...
Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...
I wake to find you on my bed
Patient and biding your time...
"It's time now" they say
And we each take your hands...
A father's a man
who gets his own birthday cake...
hot grief stings a face
now separated from the...
I've been lying to myself
for the sake of my child...
May I take this
Opportunity to eternally...