Ministering to a Middle-Aged Son

Post-surgical and feeling little pain
(discomfort in his posture probably,
exceeded by relief that in the main
it went so well he knows that he will be
soon able to resume activity),
and disinhibited by poppy’s kin,
he speaks his mind and closely questions me
on matters of his youth and origin.

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