Unforgiven
Unforgiven
All that I asked of my brother
to please call dad
even though dad couldn't talk back
all those years my dad held onto
and no call
from his son.
When dad needed the decision made
feeding tube or not?
for he could no longer swallow
life or death?
choose
Food was Dad's joy
once again to call my brother
to help me make that decision
no call back.
feeding tube inserted
so when dad's ashes came
nearly 3 weeks later
no knock on the door. nothing
on a rainy day I saw the cardboard box
on the ground
and something came out of me
a primeval moan
for my dad.
and he sits on my dresser now
with someone who loves him.
forgive?
I don't know how.
Copyright © Barbara Suen | Year Posted 2016
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