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Posthumous gestatation - Pop passsed away


I miss my Dad.

I feel a reef with no opening, a liana with no roots that constricts my throat.

But I see him in my boys. George, been here before.

Cam the considered, Jojo the full-hearted.

Katie the strong, her own Mama passed.

I will not take the dog for a walk on those Mairangi Bay cliffs.

I prefer to cry out to Our Maker in anger and wrath,

Just because He? pissed me off.

Unburied like that Brumby, Roff.