Absence, a poem

The brats and I went down to stay with the Mater for a few days recently to give The Man time to do useful and uplifting things like install lighting in the garage and painting all his Warhammer miniatures (don’t say anything!). Just before we left I scrawled a little ditty for him on the whiteboard in the kitchen, and thought perhaps you might enjoy reading it. I call it ‘Absence, a poem’…

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