he embarrasses me
he asked me why I was always near
shouting as if he was deaf
pointing fingers about which way
the wind blows
as if I always knew
when to grab a jacket
or carry an umbrella
he stopping drinking gin
and switched to vodka
because that was my mother’s favorite
in the candlelit parlor
he would silently toast her beauty
until he could no longer see
when midnight arrived I would take off
his shoes and put up his feet
lay a blanket over his fragility
his hand grasping the cane
he never wanted me
to take him out to dinner
because as he put it
I know everything about nothing
and talk way too loud
october two thousand fifteen
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Such a raw piece, I had to share it on my Facebook.
thank you very much my friend
Aging is never pretty, but it can be expressed beautifully.
This one was written for a very good friend of mine – thanks so much for commenting on this piece.