Crocus

Crocus

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September 2005

I was nine, you were forty, and she was thirty-eight

You two met at a diner

She asked to sit with you.

You said you don't mind her.

And afterwards, your love grew

You met your future wife.

During mid September

For the rest of your life

You'll be together

I was apprehensive, frightened

But meeting her, soothed my doubts

The sun rose, and night ended

From the ground, a new flower sprouts

April, 2010

I was fourteen, and you were forty-five

Like lightning, grief struck.

We've run out of luck.

My mother, your wife.

Forever changed our lives.

We sat surrounded -

machines supporting life.

What sins have we mounted?

Her death, a sharp knife

Pain, trice compounded

Before she died, she gave us a dog.

Daisy became our light in the fog

But our puppy too was gone too soon.

Our lives, torn to bits in a monsoon

December 2010

I was fourteen.

I sat in front of a new grave.

It read, loving father

You let go and fell to the waves

My peace, ever farther

I went to the city

Your footsteps, I followed

My jobs kept me busy

Pain, was hard to swallow

Maybe, your legacy was too weighty

Maybe, I wasn't good enough

I was compared to you on a daily

And each passing day, was more rough

Dad... I miss your voice, your hugs.

Dad...do you have the answers?

Dad... Please... Please just talk to me.

-Yoru Wick