FINAL ACT OF FATHERHOOD (a sonnet filled with love for my dad)
by Marie Elena
As you declined in health, we traded roles.
You, once a leader, now deferred to me.
Our switched positions jolted and left holes.
An altered beat, but how it had to be.
Your mind became confused, and body, frail.
I know you mourned your slipping stance as dad.
But in the end, your core was what prevailed –
Your father-teacher heart was ironclad.
I wanted terribly to be with you
When your heart halted beat, and breathed its last.
I told you I’d be back in “just a few.”
That short time I was gone, was when you passed.
It wasn’t happenstance. I think in fact,
It was a father’s final loving act.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018