The Way Spring Comes
full of sunlight
in the Young D.D park,
quiet street on
a Saturday afternoon,
little kids riding bikes,
playing basketball,
chess bench,
Father sat and spent the day
last year
where he enjoyed
with me
Now
other seniors
are having a conversation
in that chair
Father can't sit back.
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