It is 11:00 pm, after a long day
And have closed my eyes...
Intending to sleep,
Attending to each of my thoughts
As part of the regular rumination
After a few seconds,
I see my dad walk down
the stairs of our house.
He's at the main door.
It's broad daylight.
He walks towards me
in his usual gait,
firm and casual,
with no apparent pain
of his end years.
I notice the fresh blood
on his forehead.
I know that this is
of the clot
that I discovered
so many hours later,
on the day of his death.
He asks, shall we?
I say, Yes, I am ready.
To be part of today's occasion
of laying our house's cornerstone.
~ 05Dec2024
