Saturday, September 24, 2011

LINES


The lines on my father's face
the grey in his hair
tell me time is a race
I line the drawers
place his meager belongings
on the blue flowered paper
I line the shelf and place his
worn shoes on top
I line the mattress
with water proof sheets
make the bed
place his faded quilt on top
He sits and watches me
with watery blue eyes
I can see by the sadness
that lines his face
he remembers when
he was young with dark hair
Janice Kuykendall

1 comment:

  1. This tugs at my heartstrings. I see my own father in these words.
    Maura

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