On Father’s 69th Birthday
(In his hospital room)
Everyone has a father —
but only some fathers
sow the seed
for their sons
to break into song.
Historians chronicle
the cave-in of civilizations.
I can see your decline —
see it with precision and pain.
Father, you want to hold
the space you held.
But, is it my fault,
that your hands
now need me?
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three
well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This
Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in
venues around the world including 3:AM Magazine, The Tower Journal,
Peacock Journal, Red Fez, Soul-Lit, Poetry Pacific, and
elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.
Sanjeev,
ReplyDeleteDon't feel bad. He is probably just used to being the leader. Congratulations to you for helping him out in his times of struggle.
~Davidf
Dear Sanjeev,
ReplyDeleteThis poem is where we live.
Thank you,
Michael
Thank you Davidf and Michael for reading and responding.You are wonderfully supportive.
ReplyDeleteSanjeev Sethi
Just brilliant. Keep writing Sanjeev!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gopal.You're generous.
ReplyDeleteSanjeev
A fine poem.
ReplyDeleteMohit Mehta
Thank you,Mohit Mehta.
ReplyDeleteThis one touched my heart. Thank you, Sanjeev Sethi.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Whispers.
Nancy
Thank you for you kind words Nancy.
ReplyDeleteHi Sanjeev, Great 69th Birthday Question, But is that not
ReplyDeletewhat a son is for? It might be the fault of the way life
goes. We can be happy that love is there, and father and son
share. I love your poem Sanjeev.
Yancy
Thank you,Yancy.
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