My father left the world

But thoughts of him remain

Flashbacks in Super 8

Imprinted on my brain


He lived for many years

But stopped at eighty-five

Talkies in coarse slow-mo

Faint laugher still alive


My father lived with flaws

But I forgive each fault

Trespasses left behind

No longer soaked in salt

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