Francisca Wong

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Father - Poem by Francisca Wong


Sleeping soundly in bed
motionless, feeble, innocent
like a big, big baby
that needs so much help and care
from the ones who love you,

Yet you never seem to know
we are whispering in your ear
and our hands caressing your face.
We want you to know
you will never be left alone
in this silent nursing home.

No matter what we do
you are still lying quietly, fearlessly
in your own world of dreams
with an occasional blink of eye
to show us you are still alive.

do you know how much I love you
Here I am calling to wake you up
Do you hear my call?
I have prepared your favourite backpack
and also your hiking shoes
I am ready to walk with you
back to the paths and trails
where you once left your footprints.

you were the pillar of our family
and the shelter of our young souls
you were the all round craftsman
who gave us unconditional support
in those far gone days.

But now you are the fallen hero
beaten by dementia
and tormented by Parkinson disease.
Now my heart is full of pain and sorrow
and my eyes are blurred by tears.
I can only recall the fond memories
of the bygone good days!

I am sadden to see your shrinking body
I wish you have never had Alzheimer.
I wish there were new medicine
to bring you back your lost memories.
I wish there were miracles
to revive you from deep dreams!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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