Not-father’s day today
No morning breakfast tray.
Nor card soppily versed
In filial love immersed.

Children in great array
Their father love display.
Each post that father lauds
Cuts as a thousand swords.

The words ‘I love you dad’
Not hearing is so sad.
We sit and pine away
On this not-father’s day

Carefree my life
Hides emptiness
Internal strife
Longs to profess
Denied by fate
Love incarnate
Expecting now?
Son or daughter
Someday maybe?