Father's Tears

   

A half-century of mortal sadness
   separates my father and I
The hardships he endured
   before I was a twinkle in his eye
A hungry child in tattered clothes
   working the fields for a few potatoes
Frightened teen on a Pacific isle
   armed against Asian foes
The Great Depression haunts him

   like a spectrecloaking his emotions

      in black & gray
Lurking over his shoulder
   familiar to his dying day

   

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