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Dearest Dad

 

Dearest Dad,

I know you so well

Your youngest

I spent 10 years longer living with you

Than my siblings did

& me alone your flesh & blood

You never shied away from your flaws

I love that about you

I have flaws too

My question is then?

Do you want me to publish the work or not?

I just want to scatter your ashes so you can be with mum

Your love for her was 1 in a million

I love that I grew up in a marriage of love

I see most in marriages of convenience here

Unless one knows the madness of profound love

One lives looking at others

To judge

You read much

But you were not essentially a reader

You were essentially a lover

& for that I’m profoundly proud & thankful.

I love you so much.

I hope that comes through this work.

You knew very well

The small mindedness of our neighbours

But like you I don’t fear them

Fuck them.

Soon you will be free with your love.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

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