Dear V
I am writing you as I used to,
To ask what you plan to do with your life.
Those dreams you had — what on earth happened to them?
You behave as if you have all the time you want,
This worries me greatly.
Fulfilment demands effort. Getting your act together. Seeing things through.
Now you can turn the page
Absorb the wisdom in forward chapters,
They will explain the ironies and tension
In the fractured past.
You’ve not had children,
But there is enough in literature
About women with dead babies,
How they would not give them up.
I hope you know what you are doing
I hope you have something in mind for your life.
Your loving
Dad
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Dear Dad
But I am living my life.
In fact
I have turned to the last page
Working my way back to where I’d left off
Years ago
–riding steadily backward on a ponderous train
Your only daughter
V
Very, very special. “I have turned to the last page, working my way back…” Simply brilliant and moving. I so loved this!
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Thanks, Bill.
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Tender and moving, Vera
and wonderfully expressed
Much love
john
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Means an awful lot, John
Thank you
so very much
vera
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Oh God, Vera. Beautiful. So beautiful. 💙💖❤️
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💙💖❤️Thanks, Katy.
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My pleasure! 🙂
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