Reparte
I spent days like this before
You made a difference at age three
Coming in the room
Directly to climb my knee.
It is my best hour of memory
When sunset sinks my shadow
Into the deep sea of salt loneliness.
Besides what I give away
I knew birth had no time special
To celebrate bundled clay
I was always bereft of loyal minds
Who cared to say what you said
Again today - your gift of ritual
Cannot make the bland the first
Slaking of a father's thirst;
Thanks anyway - I love you more.
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