She Reads Her Dad

She lifts the leaves from the box
And now she reads
His poetry for the first time
Seeing herself in his eyes
Remembering how the skin
At the corners of his eyes
Wrinkled up when he smiled
And she reads this poem
Realizing that he is writing
It to her in this time
This future time
Not in the past time that was his
But this future time where she lives
Realizes that he is seeing this time
Across the bridge of years
Suddenly the room is full of his smile
And she know he knows she knows

She throws the paper down
And cries

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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