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.
Memories…will they rain down On me. By the time I hit thirty? Will they thrive on Lonely nights And silent walks Or will they trickle down Like water in my hair? Solitude.. to learn to Love my company And savor the vaulting expanse: This consciousness you give to me. Words, to pierce my heart And […]