It has been five years since I have been estranged from my family,
My dad is aging and has a progressive lung disease.
He was magnificent in this world to his peers,
A physician whose intelligence came in spades.
However, when his days end, he will be a corpse.
No pulse, no beat, yet a memory,
Worm food just like a lonely beggar.
We are in this world a short time,
I do not hold anger to his rejecting me,
For when it's time,
And I leave this world behind,
I will join him for the feast for the worms,
At supper.
About the Creator
Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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