death of a parent
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Yes, I'm familiar with
Kubler- Ross
the stages of grief,
but no amount of intellectualizing
can deaden the
pain
and knowing the inevitable
won't act as
morphine-
for us, the survivors
I didn’t know
If I did
I would have brought some glue
To fix the place
Where you slipped through time
The tear in the air that separates
Dear Dad,
You were once there to hold me and call me your princes.
You were there to pick me up and show me the colorful world.
You were there to hug me tight.
I don’t understand how the story begins.
Or maybe it doesn’t ‘begin’ maybe we pick up somewhere in the middle.
Today, or maybe it was yesterday I realized that my life is almost over.
However, I have yet to start living.
There are 365 days in every year,
Each of those days holds 24 hours,
And each hour owns 60 minutes, where there's 60 seconds per minute.
Lives can change in a matter of seconds, but in the span of an entire year,
