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A note to my wife explaining why our daughter is so very angry with me



I have forgotten
the exact moment of our first kiss
the missed opportunities
and awkwardness I remember
posturing, fears and regrets
we were so stupidly young
If only we had known
what the now would become

if we had the now would be different
please explain that
to your wailing daughter
who has declared she will
never again speak to me
a punishment for smiling
while her heart is breaking
because of some boy
whose name  I have also forgotten
before foolishly encouraging her
to do the same


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