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Father
In the darkening room I stood: tears welling in my eyes: by the windowed-wall, looking out, my small chest full of sighs. Headlights bright white and tail lights red, paired, meandered down the street, yet the white headlights that I sought seemed only to retreat. Cold, calm, singular, tear drops fell, soon reaching down turned lips; as in the house across the street, the living room was lit. A Father held his baby high. He hugged that toddler tight. I wiped the corner of my eye, and gazed into the night. Above the darkened woodland near, beneath a cobalt sky; the highway brought their Fathers home. alone again stood I. Horns blared out in drives near by sweet laughter filled the air, and, in the drive across the street, their Fathers did appear. The children ran out slamming doors, on small unshodden feet, with tiny squeals, and upturned cheeks, their Father they did greet. Where was the father who I sought our lives incomplete a traveling man, my Father did nothing but retreat. *A memory from when I was 8.
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