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  • My father is ill,
    And nothing can ever be the same,
    I remember that last weekend before he went
    To the doctor, he delayed
    Knowing there would be no more normality -
    One last weekend
    And now each of us is touched and each of us is unravelling
    Frayed at the edges and being unpicked stitch by stitch
    But there are good things that surface,
    Undiscovered beauties, like the fact that our unravelled
    Threads can join each other and be strong in different ways.
    Most of all is the realisation
    That time and hearts are precious
    And scarce
    Don’t waste them.
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