I really liked your dad,
Admired his vulnerability
His clear care for his family
I was happy to have those hard conversations
I remember leaving my dad early to meet you in a park
On Father’s day, June of 2015.
I wish I could have been there for him, my dad.
Instead of entering into an end I did not expect.
But it had to come to an end for your sake.
I wonder how he is, how you all are.
You all seem well.
I seem to dream of you recurrently more than anyone else.
He was generous with his time.
I could have been a father by now
But the children I conceive don’t see the land of the living.
And this year was the last Father’s Day with my dad
Spent in the hospital, him thanking me for a greeting card
Preparing for a long and tenderly agonizing goodbye.
*Author’s Note- A poetic reflection that I started on October 10th of this year. I edited 5 lines of the poem that didn’t seem to fit. These father conversation poems were a collection I wrote over a several day span, heavily reliant on memory and emotion.