Last week I was holding my breath...
2 good weeks, Dad has had two good weeks,
still not walking
but now can't stop talking. Asking to watch the old fillums
Sholay, Amar Akbar and Anthony,
Koi Mil Gaya with
Jadoo, the Bollywood ET,
who wants to go home. He feels all alone
just like dad yesterday,
saying please, take me home. Still holding my breath,
still waiting to exhale as
dad goes silent once again,
his chest rattling like a creaking old
His eyes so heavy his lids can't
take the strain. Holding my breath
now dad's holding tight
and prayers are being said
that he makes it through this night. Through his blood
his warrior ancestors flow.
He is more than this body
He is an Eternal Soul.