To my father: A Poem By Milena R. Watson (aka me)
To my father
The man I love so dear
My life, my heart, my inspiration.
A genius mind, Who's been torn down so many times
Who's soul will soon be left to wander.
It makes me cry to write these words
As he was a poet too.
To keep his legacy alive, I write this lament for you.
My words burn through the pages
As do my tears of grief.
He who raised me, overtaken by disease… It irks me to succeed.
But when my pen hits the paper, My hand doesn't move.
A motionless shell, So heavy and tense
And my mind won't seem to dwell.
Upon the image my mind gives me
I decide to go a draw
But my sadness takes over my mind
Like conformists to law.
However the vision before me
I see him once again
My eyes tear up, and chest feels tight
As he tells me once again.
"I'm not gone, You see. For my shadow is here. I'll keep you company until the end, and watch over you dear. Continue to write, continue to draw. Do the things you love. I didn't raise my daughter to quit, and she wasn't raised to run. So face the reality of the world, and be who I loved. The girl who had so much light, and who's future shoned above. I'll keep watching you my dear, from the sidelines as you rise. Keep me proud and you'll get through this, but promise me
You'll continue to survive."