Orphan at Seventy
How it feels
when both parents are gone
no matter how old you are.
No parent to call to tell about the cute thing
the grandkids did
or how smart and talented and big
they are.
No parent to rely on for comfort
when a scary health problem hits
or your best friend dies.
No wise patriarch
to ask advice
in the face of hard decisions.
Even in old age,
miss Mom and Dad
terribly.
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So very true!
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This is such a heartfelt entry, thank you for sharing.
I’m in the process of learning the paternal half of this feeling and you have encapsulated it so perfectly, thank you.
This is a strong poem that speaks of loss and how, no matter when it happens, it creates an unfilled void that we must learn to live with.