Shaving

I see him still, his face in mine.In this grey hair, that laughter line.Me on a chair to match his heightDad shaving in the morning light. Reflecting back a boy and manThe man now gone the boy a manDip the…
Poetry, bikes, dementia...
Poetry, bikes, dementia...

I see him still, his face in mine.In this grey hair, that laughter line.Me on a chair to match his heightDad shaving in the morning light. Reflecting back a boy and manThe man now gone the boy a manDip the…