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Father,
December 9, 2019
Your eyes are filled with tears,
yet mine stay turned away.
Your mind is muddled, blurry,
yet mine, guilty, drifts astray.
Your weakened hands and lips and tongue
flap in a desperate display
to communicate what you and I both felt,
but rarely thought to say.
© Photo of Shannon G., Girls
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This was written as one of many attempts to make sense of the loss of a parent. I tried to express both distance and love, as well as the feelings of regret but acceptance.