It’s Dad’s 88th birthday and he fumbles
With a gift he is trying to unwrap. Age
Has made him clumsy, his once nimble fingers
Can no longer glide
Along the edge of the wrapping paper,
Feel for the tape he used to remove with care
Not to tear the paper that once off he’d fold
Like origami
Into a neat square, not even looking at the gift
Until this was done. When we were young children
This would frustrate us since we knew he never
Re-used that paper
And we wanted to see how he liked our gifts.
Now he struggles to unwrap the digital
Picture frame my brother has given to him.
The technology
Does not impress him as much as the images
Moving into view: his children, grandchildren,
And wife; the images of his life moving
Into the future.
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