Saturday, November 16, 2019



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
about my dad in the waning season of life

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