Author Adelaide Green

It’s been one year.

one year since I last saw you alive.

but longer since we last spoke.

a year ago I laid on your chest,

your skin was growing cold beneath me,

morbid they said, morbid.

but we hadn’t been able to embrace in ages.

the chemo and radiation, the cancer, it made your body hurt.

we couldn’t hug, we could hardly pat you.

so now I had a chance. To feel the way you felt against me.

my father. My protector.

your hugs were when I felt the most safe.

I felt your bones beneath me, I could feel how fragile you had become.

i miss you.

i miss your smile, your hug, your warm embrace, great advice.

i love you Moro dad.