I remember how hard this one was to write. Losing a parent has got to be one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. He slowly slipped away from us over the course of a year and this poem was written as I watched the brain cancer take him away from us and he was no longer the father I remembered. It really hurt.
dad
do you remember the time,
when i grazed my knee.
you kissed it better,
patched it all up,
sent me outside to play.
another time, i remember,
you helped me with my maths,
i never could do maths,
remember?
then i grew up.
you let me borrow the car,
gave me away at the wedding.
now you are the child
needing help.
you huddle in corners.
you won't fight.
i never even told you,
i owe you one for the maths,
you know what i mean.
Copyright, February 1990.
C. Newberry
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