A poem of grief, inspired by Catullus' poem 101
Time passed oh so slowly, yet oh so quick,
As it felt like a year in a month, then two months in a year, and now 3 months, in almost two years
You, father, were no blessing, no angel, and no wicked curse.
Hard to describe, you were, what gender, what pronoun, what name and what of your soul?
Thus, I miss you, I miss the good memories and I regret the times I refused to support you,
Now I have matured, and I promise myself with resolve and resilience and I will work hard to complete what you couldn't,
To graduate what you could not, to go where you could afford not, to find comfort where you were.
And forever, father, and farewell
"Atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale"
(final line of Catullus 101, multas per gentes...)
