by Rachel Stuart

Created on: September 26, 2010

Father, Mother

I see you slipping away

Bit by bit, everyday

I know half way through my life we had it hard

But my gratefulness and admiration, I can’t disregard

Age is one thing, stress & loneliness another

One look in the mirror and I discover

My Father slowly withering away

Car ride by car ride, day by day

Why is it hard when I clearly see my Mom

Withered away from very young

Standing protective, like a brick barricade

Pointing our path as if it were already made

Yet I still wonder about both, Mom, Dad

Its not about now, its about what I had

All of us somewhat together, “somewhat” I can take

“Apart” I can never make

We won’t ever be one

I won’t get the chance, its just done

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