Visiting My Father for the First Time in Eight Years, in the Hospital After a Heart Attack
by Sara K. Penrod
Tuesday, September 24, 2002
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Seeing My Father for the First Time in Eight Years, in the Hospital After a Heart Attack
the nurse called me
at work and said: It doesnít look
good for him. He said youíre
Could I have told her about that day
when you threw
the vase at me
and I ran
out into the snow,
and never returned?
that she ever could have
the way things were, then.
So I said: I will
no other choice. I filled
my old Nissan up with the cheapest
and came to see you die.
nine hundred and twenty-seven miles
three McDonaldís rest stops
seven greasy filling stations:
Itís like that game
we used to play
that I have since forgotten
the point of:
Iím taking one soda-pop.
Iím taking one soda-pop and two eagles.
Iím taking one soda-pop, two eagles, and three picture books.
Iím taking one soda-pop, two eagles, three picture books, and four bayonets.
Was the point of the game remembering?
at dusk, I entered
the gates of the city
that is only vaguely familiar
now. Once I knew
its skyscrapers, its housing projects, its sewer systems,
the drains where the muddy Missouri
flooded every springtime.
...Iím taking four bayonets and five leapfrogs.
four bayonets, five leapfrogs, and six eggplants.
four bayonets, five leapfrogs, six eggplants, and seven pyres.
I found the hospital and it
was just as faded
as when I last saw it.
The sky darkened, and the nurse
wouldnít let me into your room:
Visiting hours are over, dear. Come back
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|Reviewed by Larry Skahill (Reader)
|packed with emotion
hope all is well
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|well written. sorry you had to endure what you did; i know you wanted to see your daddy, especially after driving all that way. (((HUGS))) love, your friend, karen lynn.|
|Reviewed by Calendula Petal
|hits home to me too. Dont be harsh on yourself.|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|That just sux but the way that you wrote that last line brought it all together. I have a similar story. (((HUGS)))