Father Death Poem
I'm 17 years old, and I find great comfort in writing poems, about my father's death. He died from pancreatic cancer, when I was 16, leaving my mum with a 10 month old baby. There isn't a word or thought that could ease my pain, but writing these poems helps me to justify my feelings, an I find a real sense of serenity when I write one. My dad is sadly missed, and as it's coming up to the 2 year anniversary of this death, the pain is slowly, and gradually easing a little. God bless all you other people in my situation.
The Beginning
Walking down the hospital corridor
I grip hold of my mum’s hand,
Fighting against the tears.
Because, only an hour ago,
I had been told my father had cancer.
And only an hour ago,
My life came to a screeching halt.
Somehow, my hair isn’t a priority
Make-up doesn’t even cross my mind.
I just feel a raging, overwhelming need to be with my
Dad.
The rain is dripping off the window pane.
Tip-tap, Tip-tap, Tip.
I can hear my sister’s tiny shoes pound the hospital floor
Bless her little soul.
She’s clinging onto my mum’s hands.
Unable to walk independently
At a mere 7 months old.
Her infectious giggle is echoing in the
Deathly silent corridors
She points to a passing car outside
“Ooooh!” She squeals.
Her delicate, innocent, angel face
Puts a sorrowful smile on mine.
Would she be so content if she knew what was going on?
As the ward door approaches,
I freeze on the spot
“Natalie, come on. Dad’s waiting for us”
In my mind, I want to. I really do.
But physically, I just can’t.
I’m scared.
Scared he’s not coming home.
Scared he’s going to die in that very bed.
I feel my mum’s arms around me.
Smell the comforting smell of her Channel perfume
Feel her hands stroking my hair
And then, I realize… I’m crying.
But as heartless as it sounds, I don’t’ feel a connection to her.
I am unable to feel her, emotionally.
I don’t feel anything towards her.
I’m so selfish
She needs me.
And I just can’t elate to her
I grip hold of my mum’s hand,
Fighting against the tears.
Because, only an hour ago,
I had been told my father had cancer.
And only an hour ago,
My life came to a screeching halt.
Somehow, my hair isn’t a priority
Make-up doesn’t even cross my mind.
I just feel a raging, overwhelming need to be with my
Dad.
The rain is dripping off the window pane.
Tip-tap, Tip-tap, Tip.
I can hear my sister’s tiny shoes pound the hospital floor
Bless her little soul.
She’s clinging onto my mum’s hands.
Unable to walk independently
At a mere 7 months old.
Her infectious giggle is echoing in the
Deathly silent corridors
She points to a passing car outside
“Ooooh!” She squeals.
Her delicate, innocent, angel face
Puts a sorrowful smile on mine.
Would she be so content if she knew what was going on?
As the ward door approaches,
I freeze on the spot
“Natalie, come on. Dad’s waiting for us”
In my mind, I want to. I really do.
But physically, I just can’t.
I’m scared.
Scared he’s not coming home.
Scared he’s going to die in that very bed.
I feel my mum’s arms around me.
Smell the comforting smell of her Channel perfume
Feel her hands stroking my hair
And then, I realize… I’m crying.
But as heartless as it sounds, I don’t’ feel a connection to her.
I am unable to feel her, emotionally.
I don’t feel anything towards her.
I’m so selfish
She needs me.
And I just can’t elate to her
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Good poem by the way. I'm sorry for your loss. X
Maggie, Uk Submitted May 2011
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The worst part is, I blamed myself, because I have brain surgery 2 years ago and the doctor said that if I had to have waited one more day, I probably would have died. I felt like I was suppose to take that away from him. That I was suppose to die and not him.
I am very sorry for your loss. I know how you feel.
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I am soo scared to lose him I have no idea what to even say. All I know, is that I love my father more than anything in the world. When the word hero comes up, all I can picture is my dads face.
Thank you all for sharing your stories.
Pleasanton, Ca Submitted May 2012
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Tina, Texarkana, Texas Submitted May 2012
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Missing my dad- 5/25/12~ Rest in Peace
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Oscar, CA Submitted 10/17/2012
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It's heartbreaking reading these stories, my thoughts are with you all.
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Jan,Scotland Submitted 11/6/2012
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Even before that he wasn't really there completely
He had just slowly faded away over time, and he was only 50
He was only diagnosed with cancer when it was to late to get rid of it so they just had to control it.
He didn't like being in hospital so he came home because all the doctors were doing where giving him medicine which my mum could do so any way I didn't know that that was why he was coming home. I thought he had gotten better.....so please try and imagine how I felt a few days later when I come home from school to find that my dad would only ever hold me in his arms and tell me that he loves me in my dreams.
Julie Roberts Submitted 12/17/2012
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