Frederick Kesner

Bronze Star - 2,078 Points (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

Goodbye, Gaston - Poem by Frederick Kesner


My uncle, Gaston,
mum's elder brother, ,
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.

He lay there bliss-filled;
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.

It was a waiting game
and he was hanging on.
He held back grim Reaper's blade
Unmindful that he'd had it made.

I whispered in his ear
About the good times,
our common dreams;
how it was okay to let go,
to forgive and be forgiven.

Then off he floated, by candle's glow,
like the silent flutter of wispy snow.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

It was the most curious & intimate experience to have someone die in your arms.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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