Father’s Day
It’s Father’s Day, and I procrastinate
calling you, my father,
whom I love dearly, distant.
Because I write,
one would think that I am good
Tomorrow I will neat the gap
I write, thankful for the blank page,
how it is both a lock and a key.
How it allows me to say, here I am.
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Beautiful poem