IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
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An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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DOG & FATHER

Sam Pereira

The dog barked that year, Delighted with its gift To the family: a crow With a broken wing, barely Alive and struggling to remain Here, in its mind, on this Planet of remarkable birds. When Bingo, the dog, barked, We ran out and scolded him For the effort. I remember The look of sadness That came over him: not Unlike the look my father Unleashed that morning, Before his final sunrise, In 1985. He'd been In the throes of cancer, So looking sad was pretty Much the one vestige Of giving he had left. His dark eyes glistened In that special way Those about to leave us Give off. The crow Had it, too. Speaking Of that crow, it died when Bingo, in his excitement, Stepped on its other wing. My father left us sometime later. This, then, is about gifts And the unconscionable Sadness they bring.

 
 
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