Visiting Dad

Holding my breath because I can’t breathe.

Climbing the stairs- we’re drawing near.

Passing each door and I don’t want to see.

Nearing the room that holds all my fear.

Opening the door, smiling past tears.

 

Looking away as I give you a bouquet

Holding your hand, I silently pray

Kissing your cheek if it takes the pain away

Saying goodbye but I’m reassured you’ll be okay

Knowing they have fixed your broken airway.

 

 

 

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