I found a stack of old photo albums
with daffodils and oceanscapes on the cover,
the spines split from too much looking back.
Their sticky pages browned more each time
I peeled back the grubby plastic curling at the corners.
Pressed between me swimming at the beach
and posing on a log boat at the park
were a handful of old Australian dollars.
Enough to remind me where happiness briefly dwelt
when I was nicknamed a Ten Pound Pom.
I kicked the stack over, angry for looking again.
Daddy's ghost blew dust from a scratched LP.
Take it to the Limit crackled at full volume
and I only endured it for his sake.
Ok then, Dad,
One more time.
His favourite album, the tattiest of all.
Worn snapshots and memories bounced off the page
to slap me with full force.
Farewell and Bon Voyage banners
draped across a river of family celebrating
our sunny future at the Mucky Duck pub before
taking a train to Southampton dock.
I sobbed along with The Eagles.
And when you're looking for your freedom
(Nobody seems to care)
And you can't find the door
(Can't find it anywhere)
When there's nothing to believe in
Still you're coming back, you're running back
You're coming back for more
Three thousand pounds in an envelope.
Far more memorable pain than I could take
so I threw the cash across the room
where each note fluttered loosely in the air
before disintegrating into nothing.
My Ghost Daddy bounced me on his lap and sang,
Do you see now the worth of these memories?
Yes, I said. Zilch and suddenly I was free.
Take it Easy played, so I rose and moved in time.
We may lose and we may win though
we will never be here again.
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and I still read the previous one that I couldn't by anyway fully understand so I couldn't comment and still can't hahaa. 
