She took good care of you. Your hair, once a soft brown, is now
gray and lifeless, just like you. Standing near her picture, I wait.
I wait for you to acknowledge my presence. My poor father,
why do I try? I promised you that I would never leave you alone
when you grew old and feeble. I promised that I would care for
and love you. I wished that you had promised the same. I’m
here with you now, but we are both alone. You don’t recognize
your daughter, and I don’t recognize my father. But I love you
all the more for it. You used to say that love is tested in times
of darkness. If love outlasts everything, do you still love me?
Did love outlast your memory? I pray that it did. I love you, but
it’s very hard to love the blank stare that extinguished the
twinkle in your eyes. How can I love something that is absent of
love and life? Yet, I will try. I will try to love you and your blank
stare that pierces my heart. I love you, Father. Walking to the
window, I stand by your side. Although we are together, we are
apart, silently watching the rain fall.
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Digital Photograph
Sabrina Angelo
Class of 2014
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