The Box Of Poetry
After my father died
my mother sent me a box
full of his poetry books
he would have wanted
you to have them
she had said
she knew how much
I loved words
loved poetry
One night I took out
one of the poetry books
that I had hidden safely away
I opened it at random
and discovered my fathers
penciled words
alongside the margin
of each poem
as if he was searching
for the hidden meaning
lost somewhere inside
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