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Morning mist, known by coastal folk 
clears slowly to reveal memories. 
Silhouette becomes visible 
jaunty walk, a cheese cutter hat on head 
remember you well or maybe not. 
Cool and calm, never a shout 
look of the eyes or maybe a nod 
temper never lost, occasional swear word 
A touch or a handshake lost in translation. 
Wait until your father comes home 
threat dealt with by looks, 
quiet life is all he asked, 
doing his best, remembering upbringing. 
His bastion his shed full of bird life, 
canaries' budgies, all large as life 
talking and tweeting all at once. 
Cup of tea calling, spoon rattled loudly 
response was instant, comfort was calling. 
Memories of my Dad rattle around my brain 
no words of love no sounds exchanged, 
ruffle of the hair the only acknowledgement. 
Came the day a farewell was given 
standing on a cold railway station, 
shake of the hand a look in the eyes 
Gone, gone forever, changes did not happen. 
Mother just stood, terror in her eyes, 
eldest was leaving she did not ask why. 
No hugs no kisses just look of dismay 
tears flowed but still no interaction 
I blame myself for all this unfolding 
why oh why am I this way? 
I need to stand with parents by my side, 
Explain, just explain what is gone before
faces and your words drift past me each day 
I love you, never said, one chance, thrown away.

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