Day TwentySeven

My dad always has this happy tone of voice on his birthday.

He answers the phone with delight; 

almost knowing what you're about to wish 

him but still anticipating with ignorant bliss.

A child on xmas eve-

                                            unsure if Santa's come around.

And I realised this year. That he's been consistent with receiving calls from us, his kids- from near and far. And this can only mean one thing; that we never woke up in the same house on his birthday and that my wishes have always been through the phone.

It makes me sad.

And funnily enough I clicked it's his birthday today

through a Facebook status I'd shared in 

2013 saying 

'A big happy birthday

to the man who has shown me

unconditional love and who

will basically never see this

cz he hasn't got a Facebook account.

Happy Birthday Daddyx'

Maybe I'll share it again

or the like

now that he has facebook 

but never checks it anyway.

Or maybe I'll go have a shower 

and visit The Cornish

with ma hostel buds.