Thursday, May 19, 2016


Photo of Two Nonagenarians in the Park

My two uncles met in the shady park,
one from Dad’s side, one from Mom’s.
Both had white hair, receding-hair lines
silver glasses, paper-thin skin,
and crescent-moon smiles.

One sat with his hands resting on his cane,
the other stood with hands in pockets.
One has since passed on to meet his brother,
my dad. I think of all their past years
and the five nieces they had in common.

And I wish we would have known them better.

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