Monday, December 14, 2015

For my dying father




Dad

The tenderness of his hand 
The smooth flesh warm as silk
Grabbing my own, I know you are there
A loving squeeze 

I'm there for you my fatty guts
Loving endearments to the young skinny girl from long ago. 
I'm there for you dad
Grateful for your generosity, your shy, quiet grace. 

As your voice stilled, stolen by disease
your eyes twinkled with joy, with love for the life you courageously embraced. 

May courts and mountains with views far and wide be always with you my dear father. May you charm the angles and souls of a life beyond. Bringing laughter and giggles with your mischievous smile. 

His tender hand squeezed once more.  
I know you are there.  



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