30 Years

Poetry by Aldrin Silva
Photo by Zahra Amiri

It’s been 30 years since I was last held in his hands
30 years since I saw the tweezers held in his hands

I question myself, “Am I a reflection of Dad & his light
that shone through the cigarette that smelled in his hands?”

Youthful indiscretions were never raged upon, kept in silence
just forgiveness and unconditional love that swelled in his hands

To Dad, family and friends were never separate
I learnt how both relationships meld in his hands

A gentleman in all situations, no matter the cause
unhesitatingly offering the help in his hands

Years from now when they ask, “Did you know Aldrin?”
My hope
“Yes, he was like his father, the lives around him positively
propelled in his hands.”

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