Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Homecoming

My aging father
Lost his wife and his dog too
Melancholy times
He understands some
Does he know how life has changed?
Welcome home daddy

4 comments:

  1. My father died in my hands, literally, when he was 54. Now I'm 60. Why am I writing this, I don't know. You two look so much alike. How much, indeed, has life changed.

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  2. OKatB is right; the eyes show the resemblance.

    I wish that my father were still here. Or at least that he had left this world when I was a fully grown adult rather than 'a daughter.' Would have liked the chance to meet him adult-to-adult. Or at least the chance to give him one last hug.

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  3. Oh, WD. I wonder if his name is George and if he is the man TOB wrote about so beautifully? Very touching.

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  4. Badger - It's a hard thing getting older than someone who was born before you. My dad is 87 so I still have a while but I am now 20 years older than my late older brother. We just have to make as much out of the time we have as we can.

    Merry - I never thought of us as looking that much alike but the eyes do have it don't they.

    Limes - Yup, that's him.

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