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Withered

Updated on January 31, 2014

Who is this man

sitting across from me?


He looks so old

so frail.


The voice I know,

and the smile too.


His eyes still sparkle

as they did when I was young.


But who is this man

who has changed so much?


His mind is sharp,

his opinions still strong.


But not so his body

not so his legs.


So hard, painful

to watch him move.


From a very slow

unaided walk.


To a shuffle with a cane

slower still.


And now, after much convincing

the switch to a walker.


So, so hard to watch

this man who once chased me.


I hover, prepared

to catch him if he falls.


His spirit still independent,

I try not to overstep.


When he asks me

how I am doing.


Good I say,

though I'm lying.


Truth is, I cannot sleep,

I worry so much.


Yet, I hear no whining,

no complaining from him.


This man who has

taught me so much.


Of honesty, of love,

of perseverance.


Maybe now is teaching

me by example.


Perhaps his greatest lesson,

of grace and acceptance.


So proud to be his son,

I love you dad.



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      animalman 3 years ago from East Providence, RI

      Frank, just posted a new hub hopefully it will be found up to snuff, it's genesis was your wonderful hub yesterday.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      just came back to see if you wrote something new.. :) but still have to say this is poetry my friend :)

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      animalman 3 years ago from East Providence, RI

      Thank you for your kind words Jane. And thank you for re-sharing!

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      Jane Arden 3 years ago

      The sad reality of growing old is captured in this poem. Nothing more tragic when we see our loved ones, our parents, once so strong and mighty especially for us, reduced to becoming childlike again. I don't mean mentally, although that is the case with some, but physically needing someone to 'hover' in case they fall, just the way we hover with our children when they take their first steps. Awesome poem. Had to re-share.

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      animalman 3 years ago from East Providence, RI

      Thank you so much Frank. Sort of my first stab at poetry and it came easily. It actually was very emotional to write and even reading it again affects me.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

      wow.. this was so well done voted awesome!!!!