Doddappa
Wincing in pain
from a cancer that had eaten his innards,
Doddappa noticed I had no watch.
I haven't given you anything, he said —
forgetting the vow he took
to raise my father,
a child born posthumously.
A commitment to devote to a family
he inherited at sixteen.
From poverty to two PhDs,
a bachelor running a family —
you gave your all.
We sat in silence,
me holding his hand,
him struggling to sit,
comforting words locked in me.
He was soon gone
Poem Writing Prompt of the day - Write about something you almost said - but didn't.
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