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At the end 

		of my father's life 
		our roles became reversed. 
		
		I became the powerful man 
		and he the frail child. 
		
		As his body failed,
		 
		he was progressively silenced. 
		
		
		
		As this language 
		was slowly denied him, 
		he was forced outside 
		familiar boundaries. 
		
		And within this silence, 
		touch again became important; 
		
		but in a different, reinvented form.
		
		
For the first . . .