Dad

I grew a beard

So I see your face every now and again in the mirror 

I haven’t started talking to it yet but 

Every time I fix a scratch on my car, I find another one 

And I like to think you’d say 

“Well that’s life isn’t it, might as well be happy” 

Because that’s the sort of stupid, warm, heartfelt thing you’d just say.

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