Gripping my Mom’s hand
Tears roll down my cheeks
Because, only an hour ago,
I had been told my father had cancer.
And only an hour ago,
My life came to a screeching halt.
I just felt a raging, overwhelming need to be with him.
With my Dad.
The rain is dripping off the windowpane.
Tip-tap, tip-tap, tip…
I can hear my brother’s tiny shoes squatter the hospital floor
Bless his little soul.
He’s clinging onto my Mom’s hands.
Unable to walk independently
At the mere age of two!
But as heartless as it sounds,
I don’t feel a connection to Dad
I’m unable to feel him, emotionally.
I don’t feel anything towards him.
I’m so selfish
He needs me.
Diwakar is a Class XII student at National Integrated College (NIC)
in Dilli Bazaar, Kathmandu.
He has dedicated this poem to his father.
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