A poem

Aug 22 · 1 min read
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Dad falls backward as if he’s backing away from it all
Even standing still he looks as if he’s about to tip back
Back into time
Back into rest
Mom was different
She fell forward
Forward into the next moment
Forward so she could see what’s coming
Forward into life
Until the last fall
That one wasn’t into life
At least not this one
Did she see it coming?
I ask her that in my mind
Whenever I find myself falling
I too fall forward
Fall into…