submerged (or under the surface)
Jan 21, 2015
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now has come the day,
when you know,,,
he knows,,,
it will be the last time....
seems like it should be
memorialized
never to be forgotten
this last time.
when this day
exceeds it's already esteemed place--
almost monumental:
honor the father.
and how do you give----how do you give---
what he really wants....
to live just a little longer
to be just a little longer
to live and be able to breathe again--just a little longer
and, this is not in my power to give
so...
i come empty handed...
could not find the last gift
so--
i give him
what i always give him
my arms
around him
holding him
kissing his cheek
and
i cannot really speak
what can really be said?
i love.
he loves.
his voice is gone...
and i am mute in the knowing....
and
mother talks nervously
gliding on the surface
discussing
the weather...
and we sit....
submerged in our own realities
i feel lost,
(as i normally do, no sister to guide me now...)
knowing i should do more...
but know not what
he...sits silent
not able to speak over mother's
continuous voice....
what words would he speak
so...mother talks
dad and i listen
and i wait,
for my hug goodbye
and hang on tight, tight, tight....
for that is all i want to remember
and hope he knows
how much i love him,
this last time....
under the surface.
submerged.