Roger A. Rose
To My Sister On The Death Of Our Father - Poem by Roger A. Rose
We watched him in the stark room.
Mother stayed through the day,
we by night.
We saw as the nurse turned the sheet.
spotted with white blisters.
We knew his spirit was leaving.
There was no pain for him.
Then he passed.
We held each other in the hall.
Wept in each others arms.
Dad was gone.
Comments about To My Sister On The Death Of Our Father by Roger A. Rose
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.