My father’s friends are slowly bidding good bye

The roof slowly being stripped off from above my head


Their laughter stays on as do their affectionate jibes

So much love to return, such little time


My father watches me with worried eyes

Is she ready for my time?


8 thoughts on “Age

  1. That’s probably what went through my father’s mind from the day he found out that his lung cancer has gone to his brain till the day he took his last breath 😦

      1. Thank you. You’re right. But what hurts me is that I think the person facing death had it worse than us. We have no idea what goes through their head. We can only provide emotional support.

      2. That’s right. Also, I guess they just need to know that we will always let them parent us. That’s what they want to do. Being worried about us, is also a part of it.

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