Gentleness

Gentleness

Gentleness of the generations,
I watched my father, past seventy-five,
comb our baby’s fine hair with fine toothed comb
he used on his salt and pepper mustache

just a few touches, but enough to remain,
to gain and keep a hold upon my heart,
when he left, he left tiny comb behind,
left himself, his tenderness, here with me

the mustache comb…