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By michael ryan Date: 2002 Apr 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.05.11.39.25298]] |
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"Father's Day" As I kissed the tears from my baby's cheek, I remembered my own father's kisses. His beard scratched and his breath was pungent, and I would push his love away. My son stroked my face and giggled, thrilled with his father's attention. His older brother exploded into the room and joined the huddle, we rolled onto the floor in a happy tangle. My older son recoiled when my lips found his face, he had no interest in his father's affection. Again I thought of my father and longed to feel his beard on my face. |