On Father’s Day
In search of a poem
on Father’s Day
she found a hand-
written letter in her
journal instead
She knew it existed never
forgot how the pen felt
between her thoughts
and the page
She never forgot how anger
thrives when captured in ink
and spilled onto paper
line after line
She held the letter in her hands
read every sentence each word
mined for emotion and yet
there was none
It was Father’s Day and she
found a 20-year-old letter
filled with the rage of an
abandoned girl
There should be warnings
about old grievances
rediscovered when searching
for poetry on
Father’s Day
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So much to think on in this poem: i stopped at “how anger/thrives when captured in ink” and “There should be warnings /about old grievances”
I am still thinking on it myself, Shaun. Thanks again for your comments.