Oct 2019
i still remember,
in shocking detail,
the last moment i believed my father was alive
i had hid in the bathroom
reading a book,
trying to escape if for a moment
from the other room
my mother called to me
my sister sat beside her
tears streaked across her young face
as words left her mouth
my mind went numb
my father, my daddy
was gone.
the end.
no goodbye i could give him
we moved shortly after
i think the memories haunted my mother
but for the rest of the time we lived there
i never went in that bathroom again.
in shocking detail,
the last moment i believed my father was alive
i had hid in the bathroom
reading a book,
trying to escape if for a moment
from the other room
my mother called to me
my sister sat beside her
tears streaked across her young face
as words left her mouth
my mind went numb
my father, my daddy
was gone.
the end.
no goodbye i could give him
we moved shortly after
i think the memories haunted my mother
but for the rest of the time we lived there
i never went in that bathroom again.
note this is actually how i found out my father had passed away. I was about 11 at the time. If you've read my previous poetry you'll know my parents were divorced, but they always remained "best friends" as my mother says.
