I will be the goodbye
To your hello.
I have gained
A century of pounds
Since that first day.
Weathered hands
I refuse to accept.
Love learned roughly.
Love maintained
I have, regretfully
Taken idle.
Paint my life,
Let us try to make the
Most of our time
My promise:
That these remaining days
Will not lose you.
Remind me
Until that future day
Mother, Father.
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