A Sonnet of Questions

by TS S. Fulk

Did my father hear the grim wail

of a banshee before he died?

Did he realize the ravaging

effect of chemotherapy  

on a heart still cleaning up from

the hurricane gale of cancer?

Did he show regret for

things left unsaid undone

gone and lost forever

in the vacuum of time?

Did my absence bring doubt

about my love for him

a doubt whose dull silence 

echoed across the sea?

These questions will always remain 

exiled and unanswered