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(1957 / Columbus, NE)

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There is this...

When she was five
I was her daddy -
Maker of wonders,
Wielder of power,
Protector and keeper.

When she was twelve
I was dad -
Homework helper
Tear dryer
Night guard.

Now that she's grown
I'm father -
He,
Left
Out.

We should detach.
That is our job.
But, oh,
I miss making wonders
And drying tears.

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nice longing about the other for another, the mother that is us all, , , , poetry