I’m assuming that WordPress reminds everyone else what they posted this time last year, or the year before that, or ten years ago or whatever. It can be painful.

I look at mine in the hope of uncovering some sort of gem that has aged well. Alas. No such gem has presented itself.

My writing is no worse now. Nor is it any better. Less prolific perhaps.

But, anyway – its Fathers Day here in Oz and this time six years ago I wrote a little piece for my own father, though even then he was in no position to read it.

As an act of deliberate laziness I reproduce it again today with only small editorial changes.

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Hello, Dad

Your day. Again

Don’t think

That I’ve forgotten when

You held me in your arms

So tight

And read me fairy tales

At night

Protected me

From what you knew

Gently told me 

What to do

Slowly told me

What was true

So I might one day

Be like you

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By way of contrast my own boys, both middle aged men now, sent me a card with a briefer message.

It is reproduced above.