To a father I wanted to know better

To a father I wanted to know better

Handmade cards

were our norm

personal

 inscriptions of our dreams

Never forgetting the 

little details

bits of you 

scattered in painted signs

around the city

You remembered us even

when you weren’t there

I remember you now

that you aren’t here

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