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Visiting Time

hands-981400_1920“Are you warm enough Dad?”

I need to say something.
Anything to help the minutes tick by. 

You smile.

“What about a drink Dad?
A cup of tea?” 

I desperately try to fill that awkward silence. 

I know you won’t reply.
You never do. 

We sit there.
Saying nothing. 

You smile. 

“I’m off then Dad.”

A sense of relief.
My duty done for another day.
You don’t even notice I’m going.

You smile

I wave goodbye, for conventions sake.
But it doesn’t mean anything.
Not  anymore. 

You smile.

But it’s not for me.
It’s merely something you do now.

Smile to hide your confusion and fear.

MikeJackson©2015

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Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

7 thoughts on “Visiting Time

    1. Many thanks for your comments. I hear more and more about how this tragic illness seems to be coming more prevalent. When it doesn’t affect you personally it is difficult to fully appreciate what other people have to cope with.

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