Roger A. Rose

Rookie - 221 Points (July 20th,1945 / Madrid, Iowa)

To My Sister On The Death Of Our Father - Poem by Roger A. Rose

We watched him in the stark room.
Our vigil.
Mother stayed through the day,
we by night.

We saw as the nurse turned the sheet.
Gangrened feet,
spotted with white blisters.
Ragged breath.

We knew his spirit was leaving.
Blessed sleep.
There was no pain for him.
Then he passed.

We held each other in the hall.
Vigil done.
Wept in each others arms.
Dad was gone.


Comments about To My Sister On The Death Of Our Father by Roger A. Rose

  • Gold Star - 23,533 Points Chinedu Dike (9/26/2014 7:48:00 AM)

    I love the penning, the articulation of poem. A beautiful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014



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