The Father

April 26, 2018
By ECS4411 BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
ECS4411 BRONZE, Mequon, Wisconsin
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In the back corner of my living room,
where the television clatters,
my father is sitting in his favorite chair.

I stop for a moment,
noticing its simplicity only a few spaces away,
like a dry barren desert.

The older he journeys,
the less perceptive he is to things like me-
the youngest child.

But now I hear nothing
as usual, no conversation or words,
a suicide of silence.

The entire house
broken, yet full of swallowing love
used to always be chaotic.

I remember when the waves crashed,
each grain of sand completing the other,
how a family could be so whole.

I pushed my leg up,
back to the solitary confinement of my room,
reminiscing the beach.

This is life, dad.
Sometimes I forget. I hope
you know how much you mean to us, and more.


The author's comments:

I wrote this piece in tribute to my father who through our entire life has shown his love for our family in his simplicity. 


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