Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

Sketch 11: The Final Embrace

As those of you who visit on a regular basis know,  every month (okay, nearly every month) I write a little background on one of the poems in my first collection, Watercolors.  If you haven’t got it, it’s free. You can download it at Smashwords by clicking on the cover on the right or here at Barnes & Noble.  By all means, write a review.

Anyway, our poem this month is The Final Embrace.  It’s about learning of the illness that would eventually take my dad’s life and journeying back to him.

Before I got the news, I was sitting in my apartment, which had a wonderful view of the sea and listening to James Taylor’s Sweet Baby James. Because I didn’t have a phone (At the time, the waiting list for one was something like eight years.), my mom had called my next door neighbor.

Living in a relatively small city, I had to fly out from a larger one about two hours away. It was before the days of the Internet so I had booked my tickets through a travel agent. Unfortunately, I had found a very greedy one. While in the street with my suitcase waiting for my taxi, someone from the travel agency told me they’d made a mistake in the pricing and needed more money. I thought I’ll give you whatever you want – I’m not going to argue. And I thought how I would give all the money I had if only my dad would be well again.

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6 thoughts on “Sketch 11: The Final Embrace

  1. A beautiful story Thomas – so poignant. Some things we never forget.

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  2. Beautiful poem, Tom. I lost my Dad in 2011 and can relate to this. I saw him on Father’s Day, about a month before he died, and dreaded our final parting.

    I think it’s horrible that the travel agent took advantage of you – especially considering what you were travelling to. I can understand why this would be so etched on your mind.

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    • Thanks, Judy. It’s so hard losing a parent. And yes, that final parting is so very difficult.
      The world is full of lots of kinds of people, and unfortunately sometimes your path must necessarily cross those whom seem to possess very little human feeling.

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  3. I downloaded your book of poems, “Watercolors.” Thank you for that. I do admire your writing. In very few words, you hit just the right notes to capture the moment.

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