Poppy
I'd seen my Father's tears before
a story of loss, tension and loss of control
one for sorrow, illustrating a weeping household
you lit up a section of this whole we call life
‘a burst of petals' as you were given away
placed in the next hand to hold you
the style of your exit the most heart-wrenching of your story
poem by Laura Milner
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