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Comments about Christopher Parsons
My Father's Room
I saw a picture in my father’s room,
tucked away in a worn paper box.
It was of him and my mother,
They were young too.
My mother a beauty in her violet blouse,
and my father in an old T-shirt.
As I sat,
wondering who the photographer was,
my Father came home,
and asked me to mow the grass.