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I sat and brushed the grass with my hands

Looking up I saw a man and boy walking past me

I smiled politely as they strolled by

And watched them fade into the shimmer of the hazy day

I swept the stone that sat before me

A little girl ran past chasing a white butterfly

No more than a toddler, maybe two

Her breathless father ran close behind her calling out

I smurked to myself recalling times

When my father would chase me chasing the butterfly

How I would think I ran so very fast

That no one could catch me, not even the racing wind

He always did reach me in the end

As all loving fathers do, waiting for the moment

When I’m ready to be taken up,

Into his loving arms and tickled into defeat

I lifted myself up off the ground

Brushing down my clothes, still a smile on my face beaming

I take one last look at his headstone

“Happy Father’s Day Dad, thankyou for loving me so.”

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