Catherine Heath
November 2014
Morning light,
Open mind,
Crossing bridge
In delight.
Same old work,
Another day,
Typing away,
Naught to say.
The whiff of medicine;
A darkened hallway;
A circular bath
Like a mermaid’s cave.
Easter eggs
Are hid outside––
A childhood game
We play with pride.
Hating them
(A father’s envy)
Insane anger––
Privately.
Years have passed,
With work and play,
Father’s gone
But eggs will stay.
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