Astronomy Picture of the Day

Friday, June 14, 2013

his hand

I held his hand

once so powerful,
now a weak and frail hand.

all the hard times
honed his core of strength,
now his strength is a burden
keeping him from joining mom.

go see mom he kept saying,
i could not remind him,
she is gone,
was it torture?
no just the painful to watch
dwindles of an old man.

how can I,
I thought,
make all this better?

for him, me, everyone?

I am at a loss, too close to him,
all i could do was hold his hand,
breathe in his pain and suffering,
and exhale slowly
visualizing his serenity and peace at last.

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