Catharsis in My Pen
Dear Hubland,
If you are looking for some fun and randy poetry this is not it. Please exit, first door on your left. This is me cleaning out my cry file, hoping to find relief in the posting of these. Its been six months and I still have days when my tears catch me unawares. So I do what I always do to process my pain, I write. Bet you do too.
- Love and Light
Click below to hear this in a series of recordings.
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This Is Not My Daddy
This is not my father
Mine has round rosy cheeks and a stoutness
Plump with years of too much beef and gin
This one’s skeleton now obvious
Under an oversized suit of skin
This man’s mouth has fallen sideways
His brace straight teeth misaligned
To a flaccid grin now chapped
No mischievousness left lingering
This is not our papa
Who’s kisses and hugs are legendary
Who’d wrap you up in strong arms
And teach you to Eskimo by the age of two
This is not the rancher who rose at four
And scoffed if you were still in bed at eight
The once afternoon nap has now become
An all day affair with intermittent waking
This is not my daddy who would talk your ear clean off
On subjects agricultural, mechanical, and geographical
Who cared not if his youngest girl understood or cared
But he still listens and when I ask if his pain is bad
Rarely now a groan means yes
This is not my dad this is my patient
Every night I sleep at the foot of his bed
Rising every three hours dosing his Dilaudid
In the mornings rub his feet to distract him from the pain
He has recessed deep inside
And is dancing in a field with my mother
Looking for a little gate and the path to lead him home
I pray that soon he finds it
For this is not my father
Gone
Mom looks out side
Its so pretty and blue
It should have gone dark
Or something, she says
I growl at the birds and trees
Through the tall glass
Don’t you know!
Can’t you hear the deafening quiet
Can’t you feel the whole world just got colder
Can’t you sense a new pointlessness
Don’t you know there is less love in the world
Mom and I stare at one another
Joined by this new hollowness
I love his hands, his arms, his neck
She touches him again and sobs
They will take him away
And I will never touch him again
I kiss his thin soft hair
One last time I tell myself
I love you Daddy
But I know he is not there
Brave Face
Finally its done
He’s gone
All to quickly
Should I feel relief
Or saddness
I can’t decide
Shall I be benevolent
Or selfish
I know what he would choose
God speed Daddy
I will be strong
I will not wallow
Just set my place
At the great table
I’ll be along
Before too long
In Keeping Tears
If I stop crying, is that disrespect?
Will it mean you are then gone?
In keeping my tears, do I keep you?
When I can think of you without crying,
Will you be demoted to the lesser loved
The ones who passed with a sad nod?
To protect the potency of your memory
Must I daily bathe it in tears?