… deathly ill at ten,
you were at my bedside day and night,
nursing me with such singular devotion,
but if I laughed too hard at dinner, or
spoke too excitedly with friends,
more than once,
I felt your cold steel stare
and that long-fingered hand
sting my innocent cheek.
This is a haunting and very honest poem, beautifully composed and very powerful. It isn't easy to forgive, and one never forgets what has hurt us.
It is difficult not to feel the love that is expected, even demanded of us by others. But with this compassionate poem I believe you and your memories of your father will bring lasting healing,.