This is Not My Father

sharla s. By sharla s., 6th Jun 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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The rapid decline of my father's health, two weeks before his death, left me with these disturbing images.

...starving and hollow, he is barely recognizable to me...

Thin, pale, and parched,
my father's lips barely part
to fit the fork of puree
considered supper
for a near-dying man...

...reminiscent of those chilren
you see photos of
starving and hollow in Ethiopia,
I nearly expect to see flies crawling across their human host

but I don't.
Because my father's white,
and living in Canada, laying on clean linen sheets.
I say living, but that's a lie
as there is nothing alive
about this man.
This is not my father.
This is not my father.

written by Sharla Smith, July 2009
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Canada, Children, Death, Dying, Ethiopia, Father, Starving, Supper

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author avatar Kingwell
11th May 2013 (#)

It is so difficult to watch someone you love dying slowly. Sorry my friend.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
27th Apr 2015 (#)

Powerful, emotional, poetry. As children we see our fathers as heroes and then we realize they are just human! siva

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