Silver Poem by Laura Russell
Silver
Your silvering hair
reminds me of distance
How little we have travelled
The memories I'll never know.
Your falling flesh
reminds me of death
How you are a heart attack
waiting to happen.
We sit and stare anywhere
but at each other
And my eyes stick to their lids
as your sweet salt seeps.
I thought I would remember
how to love a father
But since you've greyed
I can only pretend.
20-12-05
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