Sunday, January 7, 2018

Frail Hands

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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