Isaac's Flight
Our lullaby verses for the
year
Her words were our shared
comfort
The tender new buds of
recognition
The stubborn old rifts between us
“He was peaceful ”
“They were slow, full belly
breaths ”
Before the morning of his flight
Heavy eyes had watched
him all night
In his final bedchamber
That sterile nook that was
Curtained off privacy
While we stood bewildered
His spirit hovering above us
Like an old Eagle at rest
A strong Semitic nose
The beautiful curve
More pronounced than ever as he
lay there
The mouth hanging open and dark
His forehead warm and moist
when I kissed it
In the hour after he died
Sweet relief was all around him
Then gone
Slipped out through an opening
No one was watching
The secluded moment
True to form
In the harbour of his sleep
In his mother tongue
He was saying goodbye
Leaving his hard earned English language behind
Defying all impaired reasoning
Shining through the fog of his
Dementia
The anchor of his sweet calm
A near extinct Moroccan Spanish
Picking up speed and entangled
memories
With time spent spinning in
circles
In that hospital room corner
In that hospital room corner
Papa was splayed out in all
directions
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