i used to send books to my father.
but his eyes are bad now. he's done with
books.
he's given up on sweets too.
so no candy, or cakes
are coming in the mail.
meals on wheels has him covered
for food.
so what does he need this Christmas,
his ninety first
on the planet.
perhaps a visit. a loved one
bringing nothing
but a voice, a heart.
just me.
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