DR. ROHITSINGH NARRANDES

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DR. ROHITSINGH NARRANDES For my late dad By Renira Narrandes so many things left unfinished with you gone plans to fix the broken light and landscape the lawn there's a drop of tea left in the cup you had before you left it joins the crumbs on your plate and the last words you said the cup - your tea the plate - your crumbs your words - your last ...you're gone but the cup remains and the plate has stains so where have you been lost? I searched your words and I searched the wards of the hospitals you worked in but the words are done and the wards are none and I don't know where you live your sweatpants hang on the rack your slippers are by the door your papers lay in a mess your briefcase on the floor I search these things I search your mess the objects touched by you your absence makes them come alive and makes your absence true I see you in the empty chair and hear you in the silence your footsteps up and down the stairs have ceased but are defiant the squeak they make the sounds they take are imprinted in my mind I hear them still I'll hear until their maker I do find. Loved and missed always by his wife, Roshnie; sons Jashaansingh and Zandhirsingh; and daughters Renira and Shavira.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jul 18, 2009