Well Done Poem by Donal Mahoney

Well Done



You were a little older than three
the day your father taught you
how to pee, standing up.

Your father trumpeted your triumph
and your mother laughed in the kitchen.
You never heard her laugh again.

Now many decades later,
you remember that day your father
said 'Well done.'

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