After one storm

After much water had fallen

More water than the earth could bear

I spoke to my father one evening

For the first time in 35 years.

And he listened for the first time.

I had a lot to say.

And say them, I did.

With heart wide open.

And he looked at me for the first time.

It wasn’t just about what was said.

It was that we both listened

And saw each other for the first time.

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