their day nears
and I hear
my grandfather say
as he lay dying
from Parkinson’s
Sweet Jesus
this is some penance
you gave me
and see
my father’s eyes
when no one else
was looking
the weariness
the sorrow
of the unforgiven
and here I am
far from the home
they tried making
older than either
ever were
and blood
of their blood
with penance
still left
to pay
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Leonard Durso 
Wow.
Thank you, Robert.
A wow poem is a great find 🙂
Thank you again.
Deeply touching Leonard ……..
Thank you, Jane.
Beautiful, Leonard
Thank you. That’s kind of you to say.
This is quite wonderful in its description and emotion.
It is said that some people experience of bit of hell on earth, before they move on to the blessed serenity of afterlife.
Beautifully done.
Thank you, Lillian.
Very beautiful, stunning. These memories are so defining, aren’t they?
That they are. Thank you.