A Portrait of My Father

Last night was your birthday

Forgot to tell my cousin

to light a candle

on your grave.

DID I LOVE YOU ENOUGH

DID MY WORDS HURT YOU

YOUR SHADOW STALKED ME

I PROMISED

THERE WILL BE NO TEARS

I remember your laughter

as you sit in that corner of our apartment

and Itim, our cat

who tried to catch the basketball on TV

You loved to watch the World Series

“When you go to L.A., cheer for the Dodgers!”

We won, Dad!

You must be jumping in heaven.

Jesse was only four when you left us

There was a storm in September

Oh, the rage of death

I hate wearing black

They all wondered why

Silence engulfed me

No sadness in my eyes.

SHOULD I SAY SORRY THAT

I NEVER SAID I LOVE YOU

NOR UNDERSTOOD

THE ANGER IN ME

AND THE LETTERS YOU SCRIBBLED

ON THE MIRROR

“TAKE YOUR MEDS, I BEGGED!”

Nope, I will not kill myself

I will write all the sorrow

I do love you

Until there is no more tomorrow

The enmity

The hostility of

No mercy

Each night I pray the rosary.

Help me, Daddy

When life is not easy.

I’m past 70.

I got it.

We will eat your birthday cake

Open the champagne!

For Ohtani and Mookie

Yes, this Sunday

I will light a candle.

I KNOW THAT YOU

ALWAYS LOVE ME.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Fe P. Koons
Fe P. Koons
Fe P. Koons is a poet, sports feature writer, and a film critic. She has a master’s degree in Mass Communication from the University of the Philippines Diliman. She is also the president of The Los Angeles Philippine International Film Festival (The LAPIFF), based in Carson, California.

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