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| Baba © Copyright George Papavgeris, Apr 2004 He was ten times the man I could ever hope to be; A hero to this child, like a giant over me. Where is the muscle now? And where is the looming height? Where is the booming voice? Surely this cannot be right? The eyes that sparkled like the stars, why do they look so dim? Don't do this to my father, Lord, I beg you, no, not him! The fingers that taught mine double-knotting my first tie Disfigured now and bent, injured birds that cannot fly The face that looked so proud when he read my first report The smoothly shaven cheeks, now why do they look so scored? So firm and gentle was his hold the day I learned to swim Don't do this to my father, Lord, I beg you, no, not him! A lifetime of love such an ending should not earn, All hapiness abaft, and all misery astern. For if there is a Hell, how can it be worse than this? The music of his breath, now just a laboured hiss… The smile that shone the sun on me, why does it look so grim? Don't do this to my father, Lord, I beg you, no, not him! The hand that steadied mine now is trembling in its turn. The brittle voice still trying to teach me things I 'll never learn. The arms that held my fears wrapped against the evening nip The lips that kissed my tears struggle just to take a sip The tree that one time stood so tall, now just a withered fern… Please let the candle burn, my Lord, please let the candle burn! |
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