My Father
My father is 88. Yesterday I got a letter from him.
He said he has not been feeling very well lately for in these last six months he has lost four of his friends and three of his teeth.
Ndrek Gjini
SourceLicence:Public domain
My father is 88. Yesterday I got a letter from him.
He said he has not been feeling very well lately for in these last six months he has lost four of his friends and three of his teeth.
An eighty-eight-year-old father writes to his son or daughter, and the whole letter seems to boil down to one wry, sorrowful update: in six months he has lost four friends and three teeth. That pairing is the heart of the poem.
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