Monday, December 26, 2022

Can The Circle Be Unbroken?

 


Dad died on Christmas Day. 


I held his hand in the nursing home room

and together, we listened to

the Carter Family play.


Then I told him to let go.


And he did. 



It was the most precious thing.

Dad dying 

on Christmas Day. 


Thursday, December 8, 2022

Nowheres

(Detail from "Sunrise with Sea Monsters" by J.M.W. Turner)


I lean in to kiss him goodbye 
but I can’t kiss away
the smoke in his eyes 


“You’ve been a good dad,”

I whisper in his ear

both of us now 

on the verge of tears


his confusion 

turning me clear


this demon dementia

unloosing our tension


father

daughter 

the expectation

of sorrow 


all of it crumbling

on a bridge

to nowheres