Father’s Day 2019

You smiled quietly when we gave you a card, cleared your throat and said thanks. We found them all you know, when we were clearing the loft, all in date order (you’d pencilled the date on each envelope), held together with a rubber band, wrapped in plastic and sellotaped down. I’m not sure why we all wrote this one.

Three pieces about the shortest and longest days (2 by me, 1 by Karina Brink)

The shortest day beckons sunlight.
The darkest night is before the dawn.
The path ahead may be through the shadows
but even this will pass.

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The longest day brings an abundance of light.
Banishes all darkness & shadows.
At night, short & sweet:
Only dreams
Of hope.

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Dreams of colour, splintered light.
The darkness behind the mirror leaves us with the shortest night.
And hope slow burns.

Honoured to share a page with Karina Brink @KarinaMSzczurek