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.
As if life wasn’t hard enoughYou and I danced a beautifulDance of dysfunction As I look backThere were all these signsBut why did I ignore them? Was it because I wasDrawn to the fireAs a moth is drawn toThe flame? You told me life was preciousBut you didn’t knowJust how precious it wasUntil you walked […]
One day as I lay in bed I saw a picture in my mind’s eye – I was swimming alone in the depths of an unknown ocean. My hair floated around my head in long and unruly strands, swaying with the currents as I breast-stroked my way through the waters. Before long, an area of […]