Much Like Living
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It was with almost joy
that I watched at my father's
deathbed. His struggle
to let go
of his body and thoughts
was like being at a birth.
But now I'm not so sure.
Now that I'm back
with my life.
Unlike Lear
who will never, never
see his daughter again
I feel the man's presence
in every third thought
as one who went before.
Twice that Spring he said
Rob, I'm dying
but I failed to ask my question
What is it like?
He wouldn't have been able
to say. Not
because he didn't know.
Because it's so
much like living.
Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015
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