Going through a list of notes on my phone this morning, I came across this poem I wrote for my dad in the early morning hours of 18 May 2017. I don’t remember writing this, all I remember is the emotion behind what I wrote and the knowledge of a reality that many could not even begin to comprehend. Two days after his cancer diagnoses, ten days before he died.
A sight as clear as the dew on a rose,
Me, dancing with you – my small feet firmly on your toes.
A memory as bright as the sweet morning light,
You, folding your hands in prayer – day and night.
A sound as peaceful as the ocean breeze,
You helping me learn to multiply and divide by three’s.
A touch of old-school love, discipline and care,
Dad, gratitude for each day we have left to share with you . . .
My father was diagnosed, unexpectedly, with stage 4 pancreatic cancer on 16th May 2017. He died 12 days later, there was no battle, only dignified acceptance.
12 Days Later . . . Pancreatic Cancer
Finding My Voice, A Father’s Love
Beautiful and sad xxx
One of those things, like a bit of yin and a bit of yang.
My sincere condolences to you. Sounds like you had a special Dad like I did. The memories are comforting. I wrote about my father after his death in 2015. When you feel up to it read the post, hopefully you will enjoy it.
cherylking.co.za/2017/08/15/yellow-billed-kites-competition-father-birdwatching-birdwatchers Love Cheryl
Thank you. The link to your poem is not working? I’d like to read it – maybe send it to me via my email, chevone@chevslife.com.