Dear John
Surely you now know
What she thinks
Of what you did
And how she hoped
That I would rise up
Against you, and avenge her
It would t be the first time
A son has killed his father.
But you beat me to it.
Dying when you did.
Leaving her story to
Stand on its own.
Surely you now know
My doubt and insecurity
And my longing to know
What kind of man you were
How much of you was a monster
How much of you is a myth
20221101
For the prompt at dVerse! https://dversepoets.com/2022/11/01/poetics-dia-de-los-muertos/
A poem to my birth father
erbiage 
powerful questions.
1000 questions, one big mystery.
I am glad you are here my friend
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Thanks lona. I’m glad you are here too
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A sad scenario, Eric. Sounds like there was a lot of unfinished business in the revisit to the past! Sorry for the pain it must have caused you then and still today!
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Thanks Dwight. Unfinished, some of which feels more unstarted business.
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You are welcome.
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To write with depth, candor about such deep pain ~ I am in awe.
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Thanks so much Helen. It’s still somewhat numb, this is an attempt to get more to the root of it
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Lineage is complicated. All those unanswerable questions. Gaping holes. (K)
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Oh yeah
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Riveting. I especially was moved by the ending. Unanswered questions can be haunting.
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Thanks mish. Sure can be
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So much you will never know when you have only heard one side… maybe it was a good thing you never had to do your mother’s wish.
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Oh yes it was. Though I doubt it would have played out that way, but who knows?
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They haunt us all our life…those unanswered questions. A compelling write.
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Wow, Eric… that must be really hard for you 😦
~David
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