Abi (my father)

Abi, I miss you
where have you gone?
You sit in the chair near me
but it’s not you
an old man with white hair
and frail bones has taken your place
he tries to speak to me –
his lips quiver, he mumbles
his hands sit quietly by his side
when yours would have been
dancing in the air
moving to the music of your words

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