The Observer. Poem by carl berl

The Observer.



i look over at my dad in bed
wondering
what dreams
that are flowing in his head
at age 95
do his dreams still survive, my mind just said..
i
look
over
at
my
dad
in
bed
my mind just said...
im sure happy he is still alive, he is my very best friend...

Saturday, October 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: daddy
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