Fathers
As I wait he sleeps
years expressed
with each breath
this is all the time
we have
Moment he sees me
his son he brightens
reassured by
presence
to drift away again
all to soon
Glimpses remain as
shadows
lengthen hours into
days
once lumbering with
life
now fragile
Poem 19-313y
#highplainspoet
about my dad in the
waning season of life
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