My Life For Yours
Father, O’ father
There is a man who says I can barter my life for yours.
Remember how you lamented what good life gave you? I am your greatest gift father.
I wish to recompense you for the good you gave me.
No! Father you have to hold on longer.
You still have to walk down the aisle twice; Welcome a new bride into the home you build; and put your grandchildren to sleep with your mighty tales.
You see, your shoes are too big for me to fill; I need you to keep wearing them.
Save your tears father, I have found the barterer. I have even tricked the ferryman with my charms and copper to take me in your place.
Look! I see them coming for me father.
You can have all you want now father: Warm bed, scrumptious meals, more prayers and a house filled with laughter.
Do not fret for my absence father, for the roaring wind will carry my laughter to you; the rustling leaves, my soft giggles. Each time the spring appears, father, know that I am happy on the other side.
When you are ready to let go, remember that I am here waiting for you and you will never be alone.
So hold still father, everything will be fine now.
[PS: Dedicating this poem to my father, who even after his strokes have been holding on strong, braving mild seizures with prayers and arrogance. Also, dedicating this to those of us who share a strong bond with our father who are still fighting hard to stay with us and those who fought hard till the end. To our fathers, bold, great and strong!]