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Rich Blend
by Hugh O'Donnell (26/08/2006)

No amount of tears
pressed from my eyes in moments of solitude and immense despair
could fuse you into being.

You
would smear in my hands,
mud and seep into my knees,
dissolve
and disseminate in the rain.

Clawing –

from a distance -

would only blend you farther and farther
from hope
of reconstruction.

You remain
a conglomerate mix: father and
only
daughter.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 9:29 PM