Myrantblog

I lost father, To the skin melting sun, To the bed that became home, The room that felt like a castle, The clothes that fit no more. I lost father, When my hair and clothes could no longer be admired, When my jokes were not funny enough, When I could not be shouted at or questioned, When I couldn't walk down the street holding his hands. I lost father, To the smell of drugs, To the sight of injections And the drips, Intravenous, intramuscular, intra everything. To the surgeries, and impending surgeries. I lost father, To the smell of the hospital ward, To the sound of enthusiastic nurses To the footsteps of touring doctors, To the visitors who passed by to say "sorry." I lost father, To the plethora of drugs, antibiotics, anti platelets, chemotherapy, supplements, herbal drugs. To the unending trips to the pharmacy, To the insatiable appetite for drugs that could relieve, To the pharmacist we became too 'familiar' with. I lost fa...