The Patriarch

Falling leaves drift slowly.

Snow-covered paths are endless.

Lapses in memory for him.

Once strong, reliable, the patriarch.

Random thoughts.

Dialogues long ago held, sporadically recalled.

A name.

A person.

A place.



Powerful once.

A patriarch.

Weak, helpless.

A mere shell of a man.

Loved by all.

His family struggles to comprehend.




A mind evaporated like cool mist on a warm summer day.

A whisper.

Eternal silence.


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