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Commandment No. 5
My father is a stranger to me
He never turns-up uninvited
Sitting cautiously on the sofa
Genteel
He waits – never asks
for a mug of tea.
My father hasn't always been
This stranger in my life
We were close, once
He organised my life, an official referee
Strict
He holds my gaze, unsure
if he loves me…

This poem was first published in 'Razzamattazz and Other Poems'.
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