long reluctant retreat (rengö)

Gnome3by Annette Lee03 Nov 2013

My father, as he
aged, became bitter, yearning
for his youthful strength
and stamina. Growing old
was cruel, an odious joke.

So when the doctor
said cancer, my father saw
an escape from age,
loss, decay, futility.
He almost welcomed the end.

He was a well-loved
man, and he loved easily
and deeply. We begged
him to fight the disease, but
he could not, and he would not.