My Father

is like an aging sun
that can’t remember how to shine
and keeps recycling
the same old light

and I say “Yes, Dad, Yes”
and I don’t mind

remembering
how I grew
in the garden of his wisdom

remembering
all the times
that he didn’t mind

 

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