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This morning I awoke crying.
I dreamed my Father was old
old and dying
old and sick
His grey head gone bald
His jaw melted into jowls
Breath gasping.
His teeth were yellowed
His hands were palsied
shaking
liver-spotted
His eyes were sunken, lids drooping low
He was old and dying and
It was beautiful.
I need to remember what he looked like.
Old and dying
old and sick
old
He will never be old
His skin is elastic, his eyes are alert
He is dying now.