Spent some time with my parents last month...They seem older and more frail...Thought of this poem.
The sky over my parents house is blank,
Like a vast fluorescent bulb.
With the air heavy and moist,
I wonder what solace I can bring.
In two years they have aged ,
and I forget that I have too.
With all my losses and gains,
My sicknesses of heart
and traveling for love,
Of losing and finding it, and fearing it.
The folks remain simple - older, scruffy,
and sometimes smaller.
So, I don't mention my sorrows,
I tend them.
But I feel alone too.