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April 20, 2013

late at night
I hear the footsteps
across the attic floor
greet her at the stairs
watch her walk into the kitchen
to get a drink of water

where I watch
and I think,
“this is her house”
“this is her childhood”
“I am her Dad”
“this is her life”

the realization is staggering
the responsibility, crippling
and beautiful
it can’t be impossible
because it is happening

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