Sonnet №5

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SONNET FIVE-The Bath

I helped Dad bathe three days before he died.

“Help clean me up, before I reach my end.”

I scrubbed his back, he could not see me cry.

‘ere said goodbye to father, counsel, friend.

His naked body; vital, once so strong

Was now stooped: thin, gaunt, waspish, lessened might

Where once his sinewed forearms did no wrong,

’Twas all to do to hold himself upright.

I can’t recall my father’s naked frame

And not see all my heart within that place.

We share more, gainsay not a simple name

It is an age, a sagging of the face

I’d love to wash my father one more time.

For once, to cleanse bleak winter’s lonesome sign.

-David L. Stanley Jan. 2019

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Dstan58

DStan58 is a teacher, a writer, a dad, a voice-over actor and poet. He's a melanoma survivor and a pulmonary embolism survivor. He's bringing sonnets back,