Older Dad, Older Daughter
Jet-black hair faded to gray;
tall, slender figure
arched with age—
sagging like the skin around your eyes
so much like mine.
Your loud voice has quieted
and become gentle as the years have passed.
Your once harsh hands now seek to guide me
on paths I had to discover without you.
Father,
I wonder—
while you have been present
but still so far away—
just how much time have we lost?
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