by Genie Nakano
Dad
played piano
melodies
wandered
but he was steady
Dad
was too shy to dance
me
I love to dance
the gates of heaven open
time wears
down the spinal cushions
as pulse gets weaker
a sitar drones
and feet can’t keep a beat
Dad I wonder
does this sadden you
as you recall
the earthly pains
before our final steps
ten years
after you passed
advice
from you in a dream
clear prophetic words
Dad
your warm tears
falling
from the sky
rinse my fears away.
January 24, 2021

Tom Nakano,
RIP, 10/1999

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