like yesterday, and though it might
seem far away, it isn’t displaced in
distance but graced with indulgent
memories; Wellington hosts many
moments poignantly from halcyon
years, your birth treasured among
them - a son granted, a blessing
a father’s role swaps hands easily,
you’ve grown into a man your own
children proudly tease, a Dad able
to say “They’re mine regardless - I
wouldn’t ever want ‘em change!”
© 11 April 2014, I. D. Carswell
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