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curious child peering from the bedroom door half open standing in the shadows i watched him he sat in his easy chair right elbow propped cigarette placed between index and middle finger light from the tv flickering off the walls smoke snaking its way to the ceiling my Father in his sixties then lost in the vapid juvenility of Hee Haw my Father whose poetry i had discovered tucked away out of sight out of mind this little black book where he kept his soul waiting if he ever decided to find himself again or perhaps to just remind himself in the early stages of alzheimers i saw him cry for the first time wondering aloud why after struggling for so many years he was rewarded with a failing mind and the loss of a friend a friend left behind in a black book a friend i never knew
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
my father
curious child peering from the bedroom door half open standing in the shadows i watched him he sat in his easy chair right elbow propped cigarette placed between index and middle finger light from the tv flickering off the walls smoke snaking its way to the ceiling my Father in his sixties then lost in the vapid juvenility of Hee Haw my Father whose poetry i had discovered tucked away out of sight out of mind this little black book where he kept his soul waiting if he ever decided to find himself again or perhaps to just remind himself in the early stages of alzheimers i saw him cry for the first time wondering aloud why after struggling for so many years he was rewarded with a failing mind and the loss of a friend a friend left behind in a black book a friend i never knew
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Feb 1, 2016
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