dad
it's guilt
it's rue
it's remorse
that I feel
when i watch you age
with my eyes shut.
I watch you age
under my fur blanket
that you got me when I turned ten,
I see the way your eyes hurt
when you blink,
the way your legs
can't seem to rest themselves,
they have labored enough.
i have seen you wrench
with pain at night
and oh your hands.
they seem burdening
don't they?
you've grown old
dad,
and you've spent more
than a decade
living for others.
YOU ARE READING
the blue and the solace
Poetrya poetry, thoughts and an excerpts collection. - #8 in poetry - #2 in poem
