I decided to tell you
slowly
when my Dad
walked up the beach
in baggy shorts and sandals
on his last ever holiday
he was fascinated by pebbles, shells,
people passing in bright shirts
and he smiled in the sun
taking all the time
in the world to
walk and look:
slowly
I decided to tell you.
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ReplyDeleteMy father luckily is still with us (and in relatively good health at 81), but about ten years ago he and my older brother and I got together to play golf for the first time in years (my brother and I grew up playing golf with our father). We had a great day, but it didn't occur to me then that it'd be the last time, almost certainly, that the three of us would do something we'd done hundreds (thousands?) of times before. When I think of that day, I have feelings very similar to how this poem makes me feel. Perhaps it's best that I was ignorant of the outing's significance at the time -- I doubt I would've enjoyed it so much, thinking all the time that it was the final such outing for us.
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