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09/03/08 - (2)
Whisper
This melancholy Wednesday night, The air ashimmer with whispering drizzle, I sit quietly, meditatively, solemnly, sullenly, In a lonely café on Hanley Road, Not five blocks away from where, Early this morning, your ninety-one-year-old father Slipped, peacefully, into the deepest of sleeps.
What a bittersweet relief for you, Janie, Who, over the past four years, Gave every stressed measure of breath to him, Saw that he had all the comforts he needed, You, his oldest child, closest blood tie, ally, The only one of his children to look after him, Protect him from outsiders, sycophants,
Direct the rites of his private going-out, Oversee the intentions of his final designs, Ensure that nothing would be left to chance. Tonight, I, one of the fortunate few Who really got to know the twinkle in his eye, Sit listening to him whisper in my ears, His whisper drying my tears.
09/03/08 - (2)
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