"He went from being a man who was a master of words ... "So I recited one of his poems. "My dad couldn't say a word, but he made sounds along with the meter of the poem. The neuropsychologist ...

He is beholding his earlier self being held by his daughter ... And here, maybe just because an apple and a dad are in the same frame, the poem swerves into a compact and devastating meditation ...

Letting out feelings in the form of poetry is more difficult ... valuable memories that you made while being engaged in various activities with your father, be it hearing good night stories ...