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Hillsborough Dads (a Fathers Day poem)


 
Another Fathers Day without you, another sad Fathers Day.
Twenty seven years now since Hillsborough took you away.
Where do I send my love this year, Heaven’s my usual choice.
I’ll send my love through God as I’m sure he hears my voice.

 

Twenty seven years is a long time for somebody special to miss.
That’s far too long a time without giving your Dad a kiss. 
I love you everyday Dad, but today just that little bit more.
Hillsborough this year as ever has got so much to answer for.

◄ Lady Luck

Sadness ►

Comments

Jemima Jones

Mon 20th Jun 2016 00:03

A beautiful albeit sorrowful poem.Thank you Mike.Jemima.

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