We nursed him to his passing.
Listened as his frail body
Inhaled
Exhaled
Hand on thumping heart
Then it stopped
Gone
Just like that
My Dad
Now a corpse
I grew up with such need for my dad
Wanting him to be what i needed
He couldnt
A farm boy
Dealt with us as he did the animals
One only knows what one knows.
A lifetime of painful longing
Over now
Time to mourn
Time to let go
Time to say goodbye
Time to feel relief
What little time i have left
Wont be spent with this monkey on my back anymore.
I can move on.
Rest in peace Dad
Im starting to.