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.