What’s In Store

I used to help my father at the store
And once back home would carry heavier things,
Or so I thought, not seeing all he bore
Feeling alone, a lonely weight age brings.
During the week he waited for me: I
Would wait for him slow walking while we shopped.
He missed me I knew when I was not by;
I miss him far more since our shopping stopped,
Unable not to think of him, each time
Alone now shopping I feel heaviness
He must have known; I carry it now while I’m
Without him carrying on his loneliness,
With even less alone than he to do,
No one to shop with to look forward to.

KLK
7/17/22