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