Age

for my dad.

She sits,

Left fingers curled

Around right thumb,

Remembering dad's large hand,

Long legs taking shortened strides,

Body bending so eyes met eyes.

 

She sits,

fingers curled around thumb,

Remembering that was all

Her hand could hold,

Wondering when

He became so small.

Reviews

[Mark Pearce]

A chuck of real...once again.

The letters behave admirably within your works.