I wrote this poem for the man who has been a father figure to me, even when I was at rock-bottom in my life and struggling with heroin addiction. He has taught me a lot about what it means to love, especially during his battle with cancer.
Am I selfish for wanting you to stay with me?
Please don’t leave.
I already said goodbye, see you later, to my mother—
I don’t want to say it to a father, too.
I know the Lord can heal you and I pray every day you wake up healed.
I know you always told us it will happen in the Lord’s time,
And only his time—
But Lord knows I am not ready for that yet.
I honestly don’t think I could ever prepare myself to be ready.
Since the day I heard the news my heart
Seeing you go through the stages of your disease reminds me of my own.
You were there for me in my best days and were beside me for my worst days.
You walked me through and out of addiction
You were so sick you couldn’t take care of yourself—
But you took care of us.
You know, most say I’m crazy—out of my mind even
But then I just get even
Because I still love you through this
You were there when I had nothing
Like a prodigal
I was no obligation of yours
But to you that meant nothing
You took me in
You saw me through
I will now stand by you
Even when death is at the door
And it hurts to be close
Death is not as strong as—