years as chapters bisect life,

sometimes unread

others cluttered with paragraphs,

three daughters and a father,

unseen almost for novel length,

new lives

new mortal possessions ,

at an abstract distance

they had gone,

his bitterness a vile oil

through birth and extension,

then connection made,

grandchild opaque eyes

face untouched by life,

reluctant then relenting

folding away oil infused

parchment skin,

exposing heart and soul

for forgiveness and love

carrion to emotion,

an embrace that reaches

to the outer confines of space,

things would be different,

as he looked to the last pages

already knowing the ending

magpie tales statue stamp 185

 

hands

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Comments
  1. zongrik says:

    it’s sad to already know the ending, better for like to be a surprise.

  2. Robyn says:

    This could probably be the story for many families. Better to have found the connections later than not at all.

  3. Berowne says:

    An embrace that reaches to the outer confines of space… Nice writing.

  4. Sienna says:

    already knowing the ending, hmmmmmm

  5. SueAnn says:

    Sometimes you just know…nicely captured.
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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