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This poem is about my father who passed away from pancreatic cancer in 2015. He died within 6 weeks of his diagnosis. After announcing his condition through email, he refused to see anyone for two whole weeks. He was a very independent and proud man who wanted to take care of business before letting people in. This poem captures the last moments I had with him and how I’ve tried to negotiate my relationship with him over the years, especially towards the end of his life, and even in the here and now.
If I can bring it back to mindThis is how it must have looked like,When I was a child The cotton candy, the pink,The lights,The cool night airOn my skin Cries of joy and mirthAt the thrill of being swung aroundOn the OctopusAs you held my handWrapped up in your armsI was secure in the […]