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- On grief and healing for Robert Gibson senior
- I deleted the video of my dad out my phone today
- I looked at the time, forgot when I looked away
- I deleted the video of my dad out my phone today
- My thumb smothered the button, his face faded away
- I don't like goodbyes anymore
- I force myself to say see you soon, or later
- One of us will be on the other side of a casket,
- I typed a poem about death and yo
- where my dad went
- I opened my grandfather's urn on the dining room table
- in September, I opened my father's too
- my mother say life is crazy we lost both our fathers in the same year
- we step out the house and a voice says ‘you're missing him’
- I stumbled across the yard, hope she's too far to see there's only two of us now
- I'm stuck, in a golden ray of the Evening Sun
- Dad, would want me to move
- I can hear him now, coaching from the sky
- you either get busy living or get busy dying
- tonight I am beside a graveyard, reading poems of grief and healing
- I finished Erin Hayes’ Blues procession
- he wrote the piece for his uncle Bubba born in 1953 same year as my father
- who asked me to tell his story as the cancer nodded the veinacross his temple
- I prayed with Mama real good before the ambulance escorts him to Richmond Community Hospital
- i catched the pride in his voice when he say this place used to be run by blacks
- he said when I die burned my ass
- we bring him home in a box under a wreath of flowers in the living room
- the coffee table crowded with sympathy cards
- I see us on separate couches,
- watching the VHS of his brother sobbing over his father's body
- I keep my eye on the TV but wonder what he's thinking, and he says
- ‘isn't that something’, we crying over his shell but his spirit already gone
- I'm with the homies and a circle around the fire
- the ones who know death laugh the hardest,
- cheeks drawn back his curtains revealing teeth,
- maybe courage is having the strength to find the fears that are taking up too much space and press Delete
- I deleted a video of my dad out my phone today
- he lives through me, the sky reveals his face,
- little Robert don't fear, mama here, papa here,
- Margaret Thomas Richard too, Gibson clan we hand to you
- we sit with Biggie Angelou, teach the kiddies
- hand them truth and the juice of honeysuckles
- south of the border, Columbia summers
- rumbling Thunder of 4th of July
- bottling rockets and sparkling eyes
- remember the time, apple tree in the front dump
- take inside, I'm a sip of cold one
- I'm going to lean on a ride
- I'm going to leave when I god damn feel like it
- Still fighting, my body, the bottle,
- my body, The glass, filled with spirit and empty again,
- maybe the cancer, maybe the meds,
- maybe the doctors, maybe I'm dead
- but you keep me alive, so it's gonna be alright
- put your faith in God, I see Your might
- put your suits in the cleaners son,
- increase your stride, invest in yourself
- and you're gonna see your light,
- we renamed you rob so believe your height man
- when you’re writing, and feel a tap on the shoulder
- that's me, that's me
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