My dad
He stands with his hands on his hips
He’s slightly stooped
He coughs from the coal dust of many years ago
Thin and grey now
But I remember a tall middle aged man
Who would sit me on his lap and let me stroke his fine black hair
Already starting to grey a little by the time I was born
That’s my dad
A great grand father
Like his clock
Tall but slightly battered through travels of many countries
But now my dad has Parkinson’s his hands wobble
He has trouble moving
His clock a great, great grandfather of a clock will outlast him
Like it has other generations of our family
It outlasts him now ... my dad just died
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