Tuesday, November 07, 2017

2041

Oh for the opportunity,
to let her look into my
nonagenarian eyes,
to hold my hand
and to hear me say,

“Well Bea, how’s your life going so far?”

And she’ll kneel close,
close enough for me
to feel her breath,
as she whispers the words,

“It’s going well Papa, really well”.






© Graham Sherwood 11/2017

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