open letter
I was about to sleep, tired from the late day events
Brushed my feet up on the sheets
Felt some of the dirt coming off
So i took a wet wipe and cleaned my feet
I remember doing the same to Mocha and Creamie
when they were 3 month puppies
After an afternoon of walking, wiping their paws from the days events
Before coming inside to rest.
Then i remember doing the same to papa
when we came home from dialysis
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After hours of recirculating blood outside in, weakening and losing moisture in his skin
Before resting in a bed he learned to resent.
I remember wiping in the creases and folds
The feet of one who carried me when i was tired of walking home
The feet of one who stood beside me when losing my first pet in pandemic made me feel alone
The feet of one who ran up to the last minute just to see my bronze
The feet of the kid who stayed up until dawn to fish and share it at home.
I miss my dad. But the more a take life one step at a time, i hear echoes of footsteps behind me, who walked as persevering as he could, to get me where i am today.
Thank you for being my earthly father, papa. You did so well, so so well.
I’ll always look for you in the people i’ve yet to meet.
