Dad, Grandma

• John Luong, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

Two streams of water ran down the shape of his face
Two lanes of coursing rivers sliced his cheeks, now decayed
A feigned, fake smile to contain the ruthless currents
Dad turned around, yet I could still feel how profound
The inevitable weight one has to carry
When on one day their parents are no longer here

Seeing the man I have always admired like this
There was nothing on my mind but to sadly fear
That the same torment he was feeling will be seared
Deep, deep in the abysmal depths of my sorrows
When in indeterminable futures I face
A life with no dads, no mums, none of these people
No kisses, no advices, no more embraces
No more caring, no more loving, none of the warmth
From them, from them, from them, from them, from them, from them..