Father’s Going
I know he despairs of living.
the end yaws inexorably before him,
it’s jaws grinning, gaping.
why can’t I help this man I love,
(and loathe)
to go in a gentle, meaningful way,
taking his pain with him?
please stay, daddy…
forever with me, please ?
who will I take care of, who will drive me
insane?
with his neediness,
his wonderfulness.
wishing you were here,
even when you’re here.
I have been losing you
all my life.
c. Susan T. Martin 7/9/13