In these closing years of your life
Each time I see your white hair that was once so black
Your body bent that once walked so straight
I remember you throwing me up in your arms
And waiting for you impatiently at the gate
Let time quietly glide away
And grace touch every moment that is left
Never to know distress, worry, stress
And when you close your eyes to rest one day
It might be to the sound of familiar footsteps I guess
That you can follow without any fear in your heart;
And to the sound of soft beloved voices,
Maybe that is the way loved ones depart.
And grace touch every moment that is left Never to know distress, worry, stress And when you close your eyes to rest one day the inharitance of love as flows all along the resonance when cradles the the soul grace when felt in the ripples of blood that flays the tears from the core of the heart being away.....................wonderful exaltation of filial love impeccable and the glory when blazed without distinction of time and space where ever we are, we sing the songs of our whole being by the genesis of self portrayal, yet poignant, tears gleans in the eyes as we remember the love of halcyon days hanging on the arms of father, the golden arms when mingled in the self rhythm.memoirs stiill dazzles the glory of love ingenious, great write,10++, thanks for sharing
This is a lovely tribute. I've added it to my favorites. I was close to my father too. (((hugs))) Shirley
Death a Preacher Teaches the 'Value of Loss' At the same time, reminds 'Value of Life'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May your father's final moments be blessed. Kate