NaPoWriMo ~ Day 10

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

His rheumy eyes
(the irises film-covered)
shine a welcome for me.
The number of his years,
that measures his time here,
is not
the sum total
of his true selfhood.
He is more than
eighty-six.

His trembling hands
(it’s growing worse)
try for a grip of pleasure.
The quality of his strength,
that measures his life here,
is not
the sum total
of his true manhood.
He is more than
a spent force.

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