Looking at what you are going
Through now with your father
Emotions etch across my thoughts
How would I coped with his cancer
And whether I would have been able
To travel over there constantly like you
Or would I dare try to get your sister
To speak to him after 15 years.

I don’t know whether
I could be anywhere near
As forgiving as you have been
Constantly checking on him
After all that has been said
let alone showing the patience
Which would have broken
Lesser people.

Stepping across broken gates
And across faded armchairs
Of symphonies of ghosts
that hover everytime
You step through that door
Understanding it is your duty
But a duty you will never
Have to face again alone.

(A x)