A Father's Promise


United States

Dad lost his job of twenty years.

Dad lost his house of fifteen years.

Dad had no where to go,

but to a motel downtown, 

costing next to nothing.

He never told his kids where he was staying

because he didn't want his kids to worry.

Our days spent with him were outdoors,

exploring and admiring nature's beauty.


December 30, 2016 - January 1, 2016

New Years Eve was always spent with dad

but there was no house to celebrate at,

so we went to the Baltimore Inner Harbor.

We were on the verge of freezing,

but we made the best of it

and watched the fireworks fill the sky 

as the people cheered "Happy New Year!!!"


January 15, 2016

Dad finally got an apartment

He picked us up from my mom's house

My father promised us that from now on,

life will only get better.

We watched from the balcony window

as a heavenly sunset embraced sky every evening.


April 2016

Dad got a really bad cold

He got irritated more quickly

He didn't want to go outside and explore anymore 

He spent most of his days locked in his room

He didn't want his kids to see him like this, in pain


April 27, 2016

Dad sent us pictures of the sunset from his balcony

and said "I love you all... Dad."


April 29, 2016

Dad didn't answer his texts.

Dad didn't pick up the phone.


Later that day,

My older brother found Dad lying on his bed

... lifeless. 


You see,

Life is a rollercoaster..

and this was the trough.

Dad promised me that life will only get better.

He promised... 

and all I could forsee was it worsening.


My father died the morning of April 29, 2016.

He had diabetes and nobody knew,

not even himself.

He was a man against medicine

and the help of doctors.

The two things that could've saved his life.


The death of my father,

for many months on end,

filled my body and mind with anger.

Anger towards myself for not noticing the

severity of the situation,

anger towards my family for not helping,

and anger towards my dad for hiding the pain

and not seeking help.


When a loved one is lost,

emotional pain is part of the package.

Especially when that loved one was somebody

who made you feel protected,

made you feel cared for,

and taught you how to see the light in the darkness.

But lessons learned are also part of that package,

lessons that will forever be remembered.


After all,

Dad fulfilled his promise

because life does get better overtime.

It all just depends on whether you choose

the lessons learned over the emotional pain.










This poem is about: 
My family


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