I gaze upon a loving poet-son-father,
who wishes that none of you bother ….
to waste your time mourning his death.
It was the last wish on his poetic-breath.
He’s had a good run at life, enjoyed it well,
and is now on his way to where? NOT Hell.
Hell no! He shall receive his “reward” IF …
a reward is given to each and every “stiff”….
who trudged life’s pathways, spreading joy ….
to multitudes he met (adult, girl, OR boy) .
The light is dim, but his face does shine …
with a radiance which is really most divine*.
His breathing is shallow but not distressed.
I’m ready to comfort him till his final rest ….
comes.
He does not speak but he points his finger …
to the PC monitor on which his eyes do linger.
It is in the computer he has photos of you,
AND lots of fine poems on PoemHunter too.
Before his speaking ceased this last hour,
all he had to say was positive; none was dour.
So, you should honour his wishes and NOT be sad.
DON’T shed tears. [Well ONE wouldn’t be so bad! ]
He hopes you WON’T feel his passing is a “loss”.
Perhaps his next stop is “up there”….., with the “Boss”.
(August 21, 2015)
A wonderful honoring of wishes, Bri. Thank you from this PH member
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I didn't read Abekah's poem! I must read it now. But I say this is a great write in response to his poem A Serene Scene of a Dying Poet! So let us hope that poets will live through their poems even after their death! Bri.... be assured that your poems will continue to tickle and entertain others even after you 're gone!