Love You Dad

Anxiety, a mental state without explanation, poisons

the beauty of life and leads to a never-ending quest

for relief: at night I recount my blessings, the safety

and well-being which led human beings to colonise

the earth, yet every day a dark shadow fills my eye;

why was I born with this feeling of foreboding – why

Does feeling well require so much work? I dare not

relax and let my mind go - the infestation of weeds

and pests happens naturally and I have to fight it all

the time, it requires focus and vigilance to keep from

despair about just being alive - which is the biggest

privilege that was poisoned by I don’t know what –

Though I know my father had to go - he was old and

had no energy left - when I hear his music, the songs

he loved, a feeling of such abandonment overcomes

me and I wish he were still here, still breathing with

the charm his personality held for me - the hour of

his death was so exquisitely timed to save me

My dad gave his life at just the right time to save mine,

let me rejoice as he gave me the gift of life twice: thank

you dad, your being carried me to safety - thank you so

much and I love you dad…