Lauren B Called

Rookie - 159 Points (Motown)

The Way Of It - Poem by Lauren B Called

He sits and watches the world
from his chair
from a house they grew up in
but no longer share
as the world goes by
he says it feels like jail
I don't know what to tell him
I don't know how he feels

kept the wood stove going
from September til June
would do more
if it were easier to move
we visit each time
he's usually my guide
but today he needs to be heard
about his aching inside

as I listen I wonder
is that the way of it
our bodies become a prison
until we long to be free of it
does death become mercy
a relief from the chains
so many visions I see with him
of a past he'd love to live again

my kindnesses are expressions
of what is too hard to say
when I get near the words
his eyes mist up so I refrain
this man not my Dad
though through time more than
anyone else has been
still harbors so many dreams
though 84 he'll be by this years end

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013


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