I saw again my father’s eyes
As they had looked in life –
The kind of gaze that cuts through lies
As if it were a knife.

He was a one who loved the truth
And filled life to the brim.
The way I acted in my youth
Was such a blow to him.

But I was so afraid of death
That I forgot to live
And didn’t even take the breath
Which life had tried to give.

Now, glancing in a window pane,
I saw my father’s eyes again.

Photo by Birger Strahl on Unsplash

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