Absent Father We had a moment her and I, a language only our eyes could say. A cuddle. A kiss. An exhale of breath, for the one we share and equally miss. Then gone. Disappeared. As quick as it came and onto yet another game of radish hunting in her corner garden. The look, the moment quite forgotten. But not I, no. I remember still the feeling her eyes so young did tell. M~
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