My Father

Written by: Joseph Granda-Padron

He's dying now
Cancer eating away his stomach
Kidneys failing and the Chemo
taking it's time with everything
else    taking it's sweet time
My five year old daughter asks me:
"Daddy! Where's grandpa?"
and i feel the tears pushing
into my face before i answer:
"He's working, Baby. 
He'll be home later." Then i go 
to the bathroom
lock the door
sit on the floor and push my face
into my palms... My father is dying
and i can't do a damned thing
i can't take his place
i can't sleep
eat
enjoy my wife
I can't find peace in poetry
He looks at me he can't talk because
there's a hose in his mouth
trying to help him breath
and through his eyes
i can see he loves me
i can touch his hand
hug him    kiss his forehead
but the one thing i wish   what i pray
for     i have no power over
i can't save his life
i don't have enough hope
GOD DAMNED ME!!!!!
I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH
HOPE.