Wishes

For once I think Aunt

has misjudged. Letting

Father back into our lives.

My brother said Father

looked well, filled out

on prison food. He has a

long stretch ahead,

in which to reflect,

upon the horrible hurt

he’s caused.

I hope Father will grow

mellower, and full of reconciliation.

In four years nine months,

I should like to greet an altered man

at the prison gates.

It seems a tall order.

We shall undoubtedly see.

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