A poem for a fatherless Fathers Day

It’s been fourteen years

since Fathers Day has hurt.

I have no one to buy a card for.

I let the day pass unseen,

my grief rarely overt.

My maudlin nature I abhor.

But today my tears

I cannot avert.

Some days I just miss him more.

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