Father
He is still living.
"There are more fish in the sea."
We all hold our breath.
At ninety, he plans
For a future to unfold.
We do support him.
Our fears and cautions
Seem to cramp his style these days.
We all scratch our heads.
A new woman now?
Wanting to make a new life?
What is he thinking?
We are all busy.
We feel the passing years too.
What can we offer?
We are changing too.
Aging faster and faster.
Children now switch roles.
"Do what you think best."
We still stumble with questions,
Risking disrespect.
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