Much Like Living

Much Like Living

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

It was with almost joy
that I watched at my father's
deathbed. His struggle
to let go
of his body and thoughts
was like being at a birth.

But now I'm not so sure.
Now that I'm back
with my life.
Unlike Lear
who will never, never
see his daughter again

I feel the man's presence
in every third thought
as one who went before.
Twice that Spring he said
Rob, I'm dying
but I failed to ask my question

What is it like? 
He wouldn't have been able
to say. Not
because he didn't know.
Because it's so
much like living.

© 2016 Robert Ronnow


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Added on December 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 17, 2016
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