The Father's Daughter
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Mark Heathcote
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Only his kiss will do
only a smile from him
only his embrace will do
cut from this cardigan.
Cut from this ageing cloth.
Worn because 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.
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