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Father's Tool Shed

We never embraced,
though once or twice
i got near enough
to feel his breath upon my face
as i gazed beyond his left shoulder
into the haze of his workman like days
reduced as he shrank, became older.
Paraphernalia collected
through stages of  life neglected
You can’t hold tight to that you’re not part of.
One day soon i will load a skip
take it down the recycling tip
watch men in fluorescent coats,
run fingers over spanners, hammers,
spirit levels and gardening rotas
not having one iota
regarding the pain in my heart
as if his much used all purpose knife
handle bound and re bound tight
had been pushed deep
through the core of my life.

17 May 17

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