A poem of intimate address

My father passed away from liver failure when I was seven years old. This piece depicts the days leading up to his death, and gives insight to the affect it has had since.

I was seven years old when we found out you were dying

Despite my age, I knew exactly what that meant

The family spent most of our time at the hospital

We watched as your eyes and skin grew more and more yellow

The color of the sun, I loved that color

Later it was explained to me that the color

was a result of your body parts failing

I liked time spent at the hospital

The staff was so kind and we were surrounded by family

Us kids were taken everyday to a room with great windows

We would watch movies

I loved movies, I loved the great windows

The night before you died we sat on the living room floor

we held hands and each said a prayer for you

I pleaded with God not to take you away

Maybe that night he was too busy

Friends and family often tell me how I take after you

This makes me feel so happy and prideful

They talk about how wonderful you were

and the way they still love you

I wish that I could love you too