each year
your father bends
into his garden
to grow
tomatoes.
he picks them
the morning
before you
arrive
then places
them into
a plastic bag.
he has struggled
hard
with showing
love
and affection,
but somehow
these red plump
and sun
soaked
tomatoes have
helped him
reach your heart.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
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