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Older and Frailer

frail

 

I avoid thinking about my childhood

Unless someone asks me to tell them

Why I am the way I am

And then I’m forced to

Or I lie

 

And usually

When I talk about the distant past

I spend that time remembering my dad

Whose influence always finds

Its way to the surface

Of my thoughts

The quickest

 

He would yell when he got angry

Mutter when he knew he was wrong

And condemn

When warning me against things

That could lead to harm

 

But as he got older and frailer

With age and a failing heart

He also would

Own up to his yelling

Muttering

Condemning ways and speak

With genuine contrition

 

Until the last night I saw him alive

And I knew that he

Loved me more on that night

Than on any day

Which had preceded it

 

 

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4 thoughts on “Older and Frailer

  1. Love words that pull at the heart strings. 🙂

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  2. Papa Friday is up in heaven hanging out with celebrities on boats and smiling.

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  3. Julian had this up on FB. Didn’t know you wrote poetry. My Dad died 1-17-77 ad I miss him still. this was beautiful for sure.

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