Frail Hand (16-151Z)
sit quietly beside
holding frail hand
in his waning
presence abide
days are numbered in
this land
finally found a
peace
can just rest side
by side
Fall season changing
leaf
acceptance finally resides
not to the swift
presented many
choices
each moment a gift
finally room for
inner voice
waxing of season
suddenly life found
place beyond reason
in waning days life abounds
Memories of my
father-in-law.
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet (16-151Z).
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