Till I Die Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Till I die

"He had two tumors."
Sister said of father.
He never complained.
"I asked him of the why..."
"It's of age, " he'd answered.
"We're babies to our death."
I told her and mentioned:
"Wisdom's theirs', sacrifice."
I meant it and am right.
I know how father died.
Indebted, I'm aware, it was I.
I killed him with flights
There was war; I involved
Came news days and nights
"Planes crashed.", "It's my son."
He would think, heart attack.

Oh father, I love you
Sure I will; till alive.