He said in the night…
“a coward dies a thousand deaths a brave man dies but once”
sitting on the edge of my three-year-old bed -
I curled trembling in the ebon dark – inhaling his strength
held in each strand of his wool bathrobe – inhaled sweet cigarette smoke
and turpentine – and curled trembling in the dancing dark –
reaching for bravery I found only one small female coward –
shivering in the now shared dark
stilling only – finally – in the silent, strong curve of my father
solid sentinel sitting
I had a dad like that too. :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful image (and memory?) Touching.
ReplyDeleteYes -on more than one night - my go to guy - always :)
DeleteWeren't we both so very fortunate -my kindred sister :)
ReplyDeletePowerful image (and memory?) Touching.
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