Ode To My Dad

Never do I know how much I love my father,
Until I picture that day I saw him laid out on a stretcher.
It was around 9pm,
Leaving Grandma’s after attending a family reunion,
Even if I never truly felt like a welcomed member.
All I saw were red lights flashing,
A frown on my Mother’s face trying her hardest to keep it together…

Yet,
As if smirking in the face of Death itself,
She smiled.
Wondering why and how,
I saw my Father’s arm lift to the sky as the crowd around us went kind of wild.
With joy!
Of course,
As Death temporarily left after witnessing His denial,
Hoping it lasts for much longer than a while…

But,
As I stare at a man with tears sprinting down his cheeks,
In which no one can see,
Dad’s resilience reminds me that,
There is a second chance no matter what kind of bumps on the road,
Nor how hard you may crash…

I love you pop 💜