She smiles wistfully and says
"another cheap year”
no more last minute
store runs
for golden Best Dad Oscars
tiny books of native wisdom
hastily painted
sailboat pictures
boxes of gooey cordial cherries
packed with a huge
hand fashioned card
made at zero hour
proudly displayed at work
for all to see
the talent
of his baby
This one is written for my daughter , who lost her Dad in the summer of 2002.Father's Day is still ******* her .