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One foot in front of the other
I run
breathing deeply
shallow
deep
My father’s image appears
His breathing the last day of his life
panting
consistently
panting
shaking body
Even to the last moment
There is hope
much like running
hope of getting better
running that extra mile
maybe
the disease disappears
maybe
His left palm was turned upwards
the last day of his life
upwards
maybe he is uncomfortable
my mother’s words
mama he is praying
my words
she placed his palm down
ignoring my words
he placed it back up
ignoring her action
mama he is praying
my words
the same as he did every night
before slumber