Dear Dad, if you only knew

That I grew up to be just as you.

A wife deserted for some figment new

And then by that fiction deserted too.

I know you’d smile, pat my back and say

“Well sometimes things can all go that way”.

A sin of the father bequeathed to the son?

Or just of a son and a father one.



(c) Adrian Thomas 2008

Adrian Thomas

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