Shapes…

Every morning was started with a soft-boiled egg, toast points and tea in a china cup.  Workdays meant an ironed shirt and tartan tie.  Weekends meant more work.  A widower with scars seen and unseen.  A single father with six children still at home.  And me – forever shaped by your legacy.

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