A Poem for My Parents

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​​Quick gasps

Quick grasp-

Heaven on her hands.

Two girls

Strange world,

For a widowed man.

 

9 hour shift, returning to

the greatest monsters known.

Beastly things: the teenage daughters,

We grope, we gripe, we groan.

 

Morning comes, you smile,

But I saw you alone.

head in hands, body tense-

And from that point I've known.

 

Mother's Day,

Father's Day-

A gift to you I give.

My mother,

My father-

Both my parents live.

 

 

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