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2:01am November 23, 2014

Last Time I Hugged My Father (RIP Ronald Baggs, 1941-2014)

our tears fell like
redwood forest winter rain
when Ron left my house

we knew we’d never again
physically embrace, alive

[This post is also on my main poetry blog, which has a comments section. So is just about any poetry I post here, I just don’t always have the spoons required to write this little message. I post more poems there than here. And if you want to reply in a normal blog way instead of a tumblr way, my main poetry blog is the best place to do it.]

[This was before we had any reason to believe he had cancer or anything life-threatening. But it hung in the air unspoken between us, “We won’t see each other alive again.” Even as we made plans for later visits, a longer visit this time, we somehow knew it would never happen. After his cancer diagnosis, my father and I finally admitted to each other that we had known, way back then, that this was our last chance to see each other. We still don’t know how we knew. I still don’t know, that is. He’s somewhere beyond knowledge, now.]

Notes:
  1. okideas said: So sad to hear, so glad you loved each other and connected. He will always be with you.
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  4. tashucashew said: I’m sorry for your loss, my condolences. But that is a lovely poem. I love your writing.
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