Death Is Slowly Stealing My Father Away by Eve Tselepatiotis
May 5, 2020 · 1 min read
Death is slowly stealing my father away
In heartbreakingly small increments
Each day steals a bit more of him
His voice is almost all gone now
All I have is the memory
Of things he has said,
The voice speaking-
Saying his words
Is my own
Now.
Eve Tselepatiotis is an experienced distance and online education administrator, educator, writer, non-profit manager, and is a former editor of Oyez Review. She hopes in her writing and photography to express beauty and honesty, and to combine these creative interests with her hopes for a better and more understanding world.
