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My father-in-law
Lucidity – blinking and broken
Has declared his life a night
A forgotten dimension
So fast
Where did it go?
92 years inside
The forest of human travel
Following the script
Of human hand
The hand that sent him to war
To love
To fatherhood
To the hearts of those
Who would wash his sluggish body
Wrinkled, tissue depleted
Immobilized by an angry destiny
And landscapes of untold design
And still he wondered why?
As the answer awaited at the forest’s rim
Where the path – well- trodden
Called – he is moving there now
Beyond that forest
To the open sky-filled field
Where the flowers will wildly bloom
In the spring of his step
Steps – light and inoffensive – like him
A child in this fractal world
Enfolding unto himself
Even as Nature reclaims him
Her son
Guiding him on that path
Swaddled in linen
Looking ahead in painless
Expectation
Gwen's World 
Lovely piece. Deeply sorry for your loss.
Thank you
I see him clearly in this…it is beautiful to see the lightness. You are a wonderful daughter in law.