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To the Daughter Who Found Him | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

No more emails with a smiley face,
no more emails, period, or you
and the others are out of my will.

I live in Papua now, came here
decades ago after your mother died.
She never came back to haunt me
until you started sending emails
with a smiley face

and there she was behind each one,
a banshee bellowing for the neighbors
and the cops pounding on the door again.
You and the quads always slept through it.

Give my best to everyone but no need to tell me
who gets married, has triplets, gets divorced,
wins the lottery or at some point dies.
But the most important thing is

no more emails with a smiley face,
no more emails, period, or you
and the others are out of my will.

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