My Daughter
My daughter says she understands
These are my final years
But arms she puts about me now
Can't reach around my fears.
She combs my hair and bathes my eyes
And soothes the pain away
She makes my bed with fresh washed sheets
And guides me through each day.
I know her voice, I hear her words
Amidst the gnawing din
I know her face and see it clear
Through shadows closing in.
My daughter says she understands
She doesn't realize
This dying won't be mine alone
My tears are in her eyes.
I cannot free her from this end
We both have known would come
When she resumes her traveling
And I have gone back home.
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