My Father’s Words
from Wolf Daughter
In the less sure years he lay under silence
and it was so like death
I forgot to water him.
older folk are supposed to bring
their watering cans.
It needs tears for sure, plenty of them.
The dead are thirsty in their long sleep
and the being-alive-again takes time.
Now he is not dead, he’s decided
to move into a different room
and the windows in this one
look out with my eyes, when
I open certain doors, his voice
After the long winter, spring showers.
I feel leaves opening in me
pages and pages of rustling joy.
Hannah Linden won 1st prize in the Cafe Writers Poetry Competition 2021. Her pamphlet The Beautiful Open Sky is forthcoming with V. Press. She is working towards a full collection, Wolf Daughter, about the impact of parental suicide on children. Twitter: @hannahl1n
4 thoughts on “My Father’s Words – Hannah Linden”
This is beautiful.
Thank you Sharon. That’s kind.
Fabulous poem, I keep reading it.
Thanks so much Judith.