poetry by j matthew waters

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
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “he embarrasses me

  1. thesewordsiwrite2012 on said:

    Such a raw piece, I had to share it on my Facebook.

  2. Aging is never pretty, but it can be expressed beautifully.

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