18 years

Happy Father's Day, Dad.
It's been eighteen years-
come November.

Eighteen years
since you decided
we didn't need you
on the planet.




Eighteen years to get used to the idea.

I never will completely.


Simply because you took away my chance to say goodbye.




I know you can't possibly mind
when I tell you
I went shopping yesterday
and bought plants
and things for Mum.

I think more about her now
because
she really didn't want to go.

She did tell me
she wasn't angry with you anymore.
Said that the realities
of her illness
negated anything
as frivolous as anger.

So happy Father's Day, Dad.

Hope you let her in.

Love, Jo

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