Father

Someone is reaching,
His arms spread wide,
To span an ocean,
And fill him inside.

He knows it’s gone,
Dried dirt and dust.
Family, home,
Memories to rust.

Penelope unloved,
Lost from his grasp.
For all his reach,
His hands unclasp.

Dawn marks death,
The years that fade,
A broken string,
With both ends frayed.

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