It has been 25 years this November 5th, that my father, Albert Kohut, died. He was the parent who loved me, his only daughter, though I didn’t always recognize he did. Now? I have only memories, nothing tangible except a mouthpiece of his French horn, but memories and that, small enough. Of course, his DNA courses through my veins and considering his nature, I believe that this is where the poetry was born. You don’t forget and you don’t ‘get over it’. He was the only adult who showed unconditional love in my childhood. He is loved by me.
Lady Nyo
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I Remember….
I remember the scream
In the middle of the night
Of something dying
Down by the river,
Killed by an owl
Or possibly a fox.
–
I remember bolting awake
In my parent’s bed,
My heart in my throat
My father just died
The funeral over
Sleeping in
His bed,
Afraid to move from this reality
To the next,
No comfort to be had
Even with the scent of
His tobacco in the sheets.
–
I wandered the house,
Touched the walls,
Looked through windows
To a landscape not
Changed over years,
Ran my hands down the
Black walnut banister,
Smooth, smooth
As if the days would turn back
Just by this touch
And he would be here.
–
That scream somewhere on the banks
In the middle of the night,
When I jerked from sleep to
Awake, knowing, he was dead-
The father who loved me
Was gone forever.
–
I knew then
I was unmoored from life
floating out of reach of love.
A scream that challenged dreams
He would come back,
He wasn’t awaiting the fire
He would wake up,
Much as I did,
In a cold-sweat fear
And slowly, slowly
resume his place in the living.
–
There are unseen things
That happen in the night,
Down on the river bank,
Where life is challenged by death
Where a rabbit screams his mighty last
Where the heart leaps to the throat,
Where the most we can hope
Is a silent ghost
Who walks out of the river’s fog,
Extends his arms
And embraces the sorrowing.
–
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2014
Tags: "I Remember", Albert Kohut 19150-1989, Father, poetry, unconditonal love
November 9, 2014 at 1:52 pm
“I knew then
I was unmoored from life
floating out of reach of love.
A scream that challenged dream”
How perfectly that captures the feeling of being permanently disconnected from one you love and who loved you. What a catastrophe, especially given how little you had left around you to fill you with love. Beautiful poem for your father. love CS
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November 9, 2014 at 3:24 pm
Hi CS…..well, I had this vision of me being in a spacesuit and floating out in space…..as soon as my father died. It was so strong. And you are right….the only one in my birth family that loved me.
By the way, Chessie (15 year old cat) died Oct. 13th. Put him to sleep, he was so tired, he and I both made the decision as I held him in my arms. Heart disease. I miss him so much. He gave me one last “Glasgow kiss” and then he was gone.
Love, Jane
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November 10, 2014 at 10:46 am
A Glasgow kiss? So the poem is for your father and Chessie. A lot of loss in a life of great creativity and generativity. Remember that always. xo
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November 10, 2014 at 2:15 pm
I guess it could be. A Glasgow Kiss is a headbutt..which is how Chessie ‘kissed’ us. Even at the end…before we put him down, he gave me one last ‘kiss’. This is the only cat that ever did this here.
Oh CS….they live short and brutal lives…and Chessie had a good one, but still. Go back a few posts on the blog and you will see a picture and tribute to him.
Thank you, dearheart.
xx, Jane
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November 13, 2014 at 1:44 pm
Sending you hugs. xx
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November 13, 2014 at 3:06 pm
Thank you,TR! I’ll take those hugs and give them back, also.
Love, Jane
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