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Distaff family –

How I love thee so ~ but still ~

I’m glad for the boy. 
 

Distaff family –

Much joy with thee, yet more when ~

Small Man holds my hand. 
 

Father at his place –

As different as equal ~

Yet it must be earned. 

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Small Man’s first school day –
Shirt collar stiff on his neck ~
Teacher half my age.

Once, we were hunting –
Two taken down ~ second lost –
Lost in the bracken.

It was down, deserved honour –
Boy, driven mad seeking it.

While rocking the wok –
Children sing and dance ~ the song:
‘An Poc ar Buile’!

Helping a stranger –
No change for his bus, at dawn ~
Wallet full of notes.

He’s from Morava
Trying to visit his boy ~
Honourable Dad.

A chance encounter –
At the deserted crossroads ~
Make a difference.

[Best of luck Larry, hope it all works out. ]

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