Papa: a poem:...

Papa.

White hair rounds a balding head.
His brown orbs glisten bright, with glittering life.
Chapped lips laugh a hello.
This didn’t happen that long ago.
A birthday passes and he grows ill.
His luminous brown eyes, begin to fad.
Chapped lips whisper a hello.
This didn’t happen that long ago.

A fragile, thin body lie peaceful sleeping soundly.
His blissful brown orbs, begin to lose their lustier.
Chapped lips chock a hello.
This didn’t happen that long ago.

A heartbeat begins to slow as time speeds up.
His brown orbs, not too long ago they did shin,
They glistened and glittered,
They were full of luminous lustier.
Of life.

Now they are gray and slowly closing.
Chapped lips no longer part to laugh a hello.
No longer part to whisper silly secrets.
No longer open to say,
“I love you.”

His life is gone.

And my heart is breaking,

And the tears begin to flow.

This didn’t happen that long ago.