it's a year <br />since he died <br />i never thought <br />i would become a rat <br />after he died <br />though i knew <br />the other three off springs of his <br />were all cats <br />the cats when out of their boxes <br />have today become foxes <br /> <br />you could have got your money <br />when he was alive <br />why did you let your chance go by <br />i never expected this....foxy voice <br />when he was hospitalized for cancer <br />every other day we were visited by a counselor <br />she used to tell me..'for your dads age...you need <br />to keep him mentally strong for this chemotherapy <br />that's exactly what i did....though seeing him age <br />from seventy to ninety in two months was torture therapy <br /> <br />I THANK GOD...my dads mental strength lasted almost till the fag end <br />till a couple of days before...at midnight <br />he called me and my sister to say he could not take it anymore <br />that was the first time i had seen my dad cry......he never cried <br />not even when my mother died <br />I THANK GOD...i was not driven to get anything signed off him <br />it would have been worse than the chemo working on him <br />the evening before he died the doc to check his stability <br />called me near him and asked him <br />MR.LASHMINARAYANAN...do you know who this is..... <br /> <br />he was already surviving under support <br />his voice never really came out <br />only his lips and eyes spoke out <br />'MY SON'' it said.and...that was what he spoke last<br /><br />Samanyan Lakshminarayanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rememberence-of-dad-s-last-words-i-thank-god/
