scottn
SCRIBE (101-150posts)
Posts : 121
Join date : 2011-12-13
 |  Subject: Carpenters Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:56 am | |
| Carpenters
His wrinkled arms tilt
Slightly back, forcing
Aged scaling hands
To curl like
A mottled snail
“He’s getting older”
The fear of him
Falling asleep forever
Slips into my
Night time prayers
Quiet smiles now replace
Long conversations-
Stories of past life
When age never
Spoke a word
And at coffee breaks
Sitting on piles of lumber
We laughed like
Kids
When he pats me on
The back now
His touch lingers on my shirt
Like the smell
Of the first cut
Board on a
Frosty autumn morning
His hearing is fading
His sight is disappearing
The slices keep falling
Shaving away at
His last realities
Yesterday we worked
Together installing cabinets’
At the end of
The day he nodded
I nodded back
And thought of
My son |
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Lora
SITE ADMINISTRATOR
Posts : 5907
Age : 53
Join date : 2011-07-26
Location : Southern CA
| | Subject: Re: Carpenters Wed Apr 25, 2012 1:32 pm | |
| I must learn to have a box of tissues ready before reading any of your work.  Your word selection and descriptive phrases memorized me. This is just beautiful! |
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rhymarhyma
WRITERS’ MENTOR (500 + posts)
Posts : 549
Join date : 2011-08-11
Location : Denver, CO
| | Subject: Re: Carpenters Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:20 pm | |
| Dang. That was a good one. Word. I never knew my dad, so it's a beautiful thing to read words like these. No doubt. |
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