Thursday, August 7, 2014

Thinking about my Dad today . . .


I wasn’t there to help you pay the bills,
   To help you shop for food or help you dress.
I wasn’t there to see you take the pills
   And all the treatments that made you a mess.
And when you finally said: “No, that’s enough,”
   And stopped the drugs, and let the cancer do
What cancer does to all, from weak to tough,
   I wasn’t there to whisper: “Good for you.”
But everybody else was.  That’s a gift,
   To have your kids and their kids in the room
You slept in every night, to make the lift
   Of soul from body rise to light from gloom:
      A breathless moment that I’ll never share
      Because.  Because I wasn’t.  Wasn’t there.


Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells



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