Jill Martin Poet Free verse

Father, It's Me

Noon daydreams slip
     along the stair rail
              dripping sad puddling
pools of
     persistent struggle ~
faith slip
           skidding
down
          slippery steps
bump
          bump bumping
against immovable
     walls of tireless
          chaos ~
Stiff
     creaking
              stubborn knees
finally bend
in the morning dew
       and kneel before
              you . . . .
and
         ask

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