My father's head has become a mystery to him.
We finally have something in common.
When he moves his head his eyes
get big as roses filled
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Beautifully penned. A sad situation dealt with love and tenderness. I think father would be most happy looking at hummingbird and freezing.......
one turn of his head toward a hummingbird, wings keeping that brittle life afloat, ... pawned on his children as love. lovely poem, parent, hard work, life, children, family. now sitting and watching in silence......... but with a great fulfillment that his life is spent well......... lovely poem dear poet. tony
For me the first two lines make me smile, and I relate. Who of us is not, at times, a mystery to ourselves? Then follows the vivid description of his father’s condition. And, as I read it, there is compassion overall in this portrait which avoids being simplistic or sentimental—which I can relate to. For who of us has not had mixed feelings about a parent? -GK
The life gives many surprises. Only love lasts forever. A nice poetry indeed.
he's pawned on his children as love.........so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem.
'with the commotion of spring' Such a fine look at how life unfolds and we never know what the future holds.
nice writings- Now he's a man who sits at the table trying to breathe in tiny bites. ....... Surgeons can fuse vertebrae, a welders art, and scrape the ring through which the soul-wires flow as a dentist would clean your teeth. //// Great art of self inner-side