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The Last Time Dad Opened His Eyes

from Into Light: The Poems of M. D. Friedman by Mad Dog Friedman

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The Last Time Dad Opened His Eyes

His eyes, the color of fog,
blind as night,
reaching out of the driftwood of his body
in place of the arms he could not move,

held me in a way no arms could.
He, who had given me everything,
now gave me this final gift,
our last time together.

This lover of sunsets and old trees,
his face now a shadow, cast down by disease,
lay rough and limp as parchment,
an old map washed ashore by time.

In every dark wrinkle,
through each drawn crease,
over the strangely smooth hollows of his cheeks,
flowed the gentle kindness that marked his life.

As this, his last sunset,
broke in exquisite sadness,
there were no colored clouds
to usher in the pending dusk.

All his strength went into his breathing,
all his will, to open his eyes
the color of fog,
heavy with the last light.

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from Into Light: The Poems of M. D. Friedman, released January 1, 2024

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Mad Dog Friedman | Mad Dog Blues | Peddlers of Joy Lafayette, Colorado

Mad Dog writes from the moment and sings from his heart. His influences include sources as divergent as William Butler Yeats & the delta blues. His songwriting is sincere, simple & often humorous. He has recorded many solo & collaborative projects featuring his spontaneous compositions on harmonica, Native American flute & Theremin. He is also the founder of Mad Dog Blues & The Astral Project. ... more

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