Geoffrey Fafard

I Only Touch The Dying. - Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

All these tough years
All the hollow winds
That speak to me hiding
Here under the threat
Of death coming
Remind me of my touch
My soft hand stroking
His skin or her face
My lost tear on a sheet
All crisp and white and

I want to hold onto
This one at death
But not yesterday
Not when I was a baby
Not when winning
Nor when I was losing
Not ever till now
When I am again with
The terminal death entrant
Another one to touch

My hands they cry
My tears they fall
My heart stops and listens
To the rhythm of their breath
So many now I have touched
Dying goodbye gone
Leave my fingers
Leave my tears
Talk about me over there
He touched me you know

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Hopeless in life… Helpful in death…Not a good time to be going through- eh my friends?

Comments about I Only Touch The Dying. by Geoffrey Fafard

  • Lyn Paul (10/27/2015 4:41:00 AM)

    A truly beautiful poem. A treasured friend you are to be there at such a sad yet spiritual time.
    Thank You
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    Geoffrey Fafard (10/28/2015 1:16:00 AM)

    94 he was this last one.a gentle gentleman not wanting anything more from me than my smile and hello mate.So wonderful….Thank you Lyn your words are truly considerate.Geoffrey.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/26/2015 9:13:00 AM)

    Reminding in touch and touching ground with emotion is amazing in sharing done....10 (Report) Reply

    Geoffrey Fafard (10/28/2015 1:09:00 AM)

    Thank you very much for your encouraging words.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015

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