Dad’s Poem

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

I Saw You In His Pain

Killing The Pain

A Final Lesson From My Dad

Keeping It Real Dad

Finding My Voice, A Father’s Love

No Healing. Only Acceptance

Dad, Higher Ground . . .

I Blossom and Die

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