Today is the last day of class and it coincides with the passing on of my father. Exactly one year. I’m filled with warmth and gratitude for all the love and comforting presences of my friends and family. There’s this phrase playing in my head again and again: Remind me of what we have. I find it appropriate. It’s like a complete poem and much as I do not fully comprehend what it’s about, I think it’s my message to my friends and family to always remember today and the next day, moment to moment, what we truly have and to be reminded when we begin to forget. We are blessed.
Dad, this is for you.
There’re days I wish to bring you back
and I do. Until the present presses firmly
into my skin like a sponge. Soaking up
the hours of childhood, adulthood
adjusting memory’s trick to wind
everything back to before, my palm in
yours, walking, talking, laughing, being us
Do you look down, do you look up, at us
and wish you were here too, with us?
This is for me when the wound was vibrating
You have carried home
what I adore
morning and evening I’m arched
like a rainbow bowing before you
I have nothing but brokenness
to receive. [Even] if you could speak
what could you possibly say
This one below ties us back to what matters now,
for my loved ones, family and supportive network
Remind me of what we have
Of what we have
What we have