Father-in-law

With calm and severed grace
he moved his feet through days
and commanded the day and deed
as his own.

He moved with small ornament of light
and combed his hair because
it is so, and spent his afternoon
hunched to fixit in bathroom and garage.

Who will remember and forget
his brief illicit cigarette-
they that mimed, obvious, indiscreet
as he inserted the table leaf?

In my life, my epic grief-
who condescends to mimic me?



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