after fathers

I’ve had a similar experience to many,

over dosed on mothering

and missed my father who

died before we’d had a chance to

find the time for resentment

levied at the parent left,

living, mortal, still alive

while life stories, re-inscribed

re-imagine un-lived lives. 

What if – isn’t – never was

What was – unexplained –  because

Life is written, afterwards. 

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