[no Ledge Is Knowledge] Poem by Empath In flames

My saddest memory,
Was when my father died.
Alone I stood, holding he’s hand.
Clutching tightly trying to generate warmth
upon he‘s withered hands…

How can life just slip away.
How can he,
be so strong?

The clock was the only thing connecting us from silence
My heart was racing,
as I tried to think of a positive view
on he’s unethical, limited demise.

He looked at me, Is if he new.
Barely unable to speak…
As bad as it sounds, I didn’t care if he needed to rest.
This may be the last time I could hear he’s voice.
In a dry, cracked smile he told me.
“No ledge, is knowledge.”

What did that mean?
My thoughts of this were distracted
as I only understood
that he’s willing to accept.
To Die…..
To leave me…
How selfish!

I yelled at him,
My sorrow became anger.
My verbal attempt to slander he’s weakness,
He Just stared as he smiled, and repeated in a softer voice.
“No ledge is knowledge”

I calmed myself,
I knew he’s was trying to teach me something.
All I could do is hold tighter,
To surround he’s hand, In thoughts of love.
To let him see, he’s greatest acomplishment was me.

I asked him of this quote.
As he whispers gently.
“My son, I love you”
“please let me fall”
“I have lived an overfull life”
“please let me learn to die”

As my first tear stained my cheek, I bowed my head in acceptance.
“Father I understand…”

“No ledge is knowledge”

~Empath~