To Life

Perhaps itís why he lived
So far beyond the 6 months
Despite his cancer-ridden intestines
Rejecting life
Perhaps itís why he shunned the morphine
For pain was always more preferable to him
Than a clouded mind
Perhaps itís why my favorite memories
With him
Are two vibrant humans
Surrounded by living nature
Paddling a canoe up a river
Or a raft down a river to its mouth
Or surprising baby seals
hidden on the sea-side of a little rocky island
Or experiencing the tingling blood of life
That night of camping
As we alternated freezing ocean waves and sand
With burning flaming campfire warmth
On our naked legs.
Perhaps that why he cherished me,
His bouncy full-of-life Pollyanna
And why he said I was an angel
As he shriveled on that bed
Yes, my father, for all his faults,
Loved and clung to life
While dreaming of a better life
Beyond his final breath
This gift of Jijivisha
I hold on dancing fingertips
To scatter as stars upon my children
As we LIVE life
touching, drinking and absorbing
Written by rubyredheart
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