by Acoustic Odyssey   May 14, 2020

I used to measure his strength
by maximum deadlift,
but over time definitions changed,
strength in numbers became
strength to open his eyes
...strength to get up

A feat in itself,
when tumors embrace joints
with cruel intentions

Yet everyday he gets up,
washes yesterday's tears
off of his sunk in cheeks
and begins a new day

...but I'm not strong enough,
to watch him fade away...


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