The Father's Daughter
Only his kiss will do
Only a smile from him
Only his embrace will do
Cut from this cardigan
Cut from this aging cloth
Worn in view of a memory
Now only this alone will do
Only the warmth of his hand
Shouldered in a fatherly stand
Only his high back wicker chair
Hugs her now as he use to do
Only her tears stave off despair
Oh father how I loved you.
And in this abandonment still do.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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