Eight years ago today we consigned my father’s body to the flames. I had a difficult relationship with him. I had not permitted myself to grieve his death. Until now. The photo is the Mahabodhi tree at Gaya, India.
I look just like him now, I thought I was looking at your photograph Your granddaughter had posted it on WhatsApp And I realized I feel just like you did too Like one who wasn’t of this world Like one who didn’t belong We had so much we could have shared Like our lonely, unhappy childhoods But we both chose to look the other way Long ago, when I was a school kid They thought we had lost you My knees seemed to buckle under me The doctors told me to find courage I looked for it, in vain, for decades But it didn’t come: I lost so many battles You lost your last great battle too The cancer had decimated your body You were frail as a feather in your final days That night eight years ago As Death came to take you from me I finally found courage Too late