The Friday before Father’s Day
I saw a father and a grown daughter
Walking down Kimberly Avenue
He had his arm around her shoulder,
When I saw this
A sharp pain hit me across the heart
I wish I was this daughter
How lucky she is
How I long for my father to celebrate Father’s Day
I miss him so much
Weeks before Father’s Day
I hear the ads and I want to run away
I don’t want to hear or think about
Father’s Day,
When the day comes
I stay busy
And try not to feel the emptiness too much
But it still seems
So UNFAIR
Dad—I wish you were here
Father’s Day
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