30 Poems: Day fifteen


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My father is 82. Although not showing obvious signs of dementia, he is becoming more and more repetitive, and suffers, not so much from memory loss, but from an encroaching laziness about taking in information in the first place. He is becoming more shut-down and “internal”, and this is confronting to watch. Our relationship was never easy, although we have had our good moments.

I chose the villanelle structure as a way of echoing my father’s conversation.

VILLANELLE FOR MY FATHER

Where do you work on Tuesdays?

He sips on his tea. White with none.

What grade is Owen in, again?

I sip along with him, unable to speak.

Nothing to say that will get through.

Where do you work on Tuesdays?

He has always been shut in. Now it’s locked.

He is in there with his demons.

And I am looking at one of mine.

What grade is Owen in, again?

The rageaholic of my childhood is still there

Just imploding rather than exploding

Where do you work on Tuesdays?

He used to be strong and scary

Now he is weak and pathetic.

What grade is Owen in, again?

And that makes him more frightening

Pity, anger and fondness dance within me

Where do you work on Tuesdays?

What grade is Owen in, again?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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