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| A Father's Love Sepia-tinted memories in a bottle, Opened up, and suddenly There is a flood, And I am swept away in torrents. I see, behind a veil of vagueness, Him telling us stories when the lights were down, Calming our fears of the unseen at dark, And him trying his best to prepare a meal, But instead had wrecked it, When we had complained about the food. And then it fast forwards to not so long ago, When he had beaten me various times for doing wrong. Bitterness vanished, Guilt and shame hung. Beautiful memories so long untouched, Had I not pushed them back To the depths of my mind, I would have seen, Much earlier, The pain and courage Of a father's love. then :: now :: that |
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