Sonnet: The Day, Our Daddy Died Poem by Dr John Celes

This day, our loving father passed away;
My elder doctor sister was with me;
We knew his end was coming anyway;
We could not save his life - a great pity!

Throughout the month of May, he was quite ill;
His lung infection spread onto the next;
He'd crossed the eighty-years' mark on life's hill;
This morning, we were calm but bit perplexed.

We saw his lungs were failing very fast;
Death lay its icy hands upon his frame;
He was afree of sufferings, oh, at last!
And soon, he breathed his last and end thus came.

We doctors helplessly had tried in vain;
Our mother sat with tears and heart in pain.

"May his soul, rest in peace in Jesus Lord! "
Dedicated to (late) Shri.A.T.Antoniswami M.A.L.T., CBE
By all his loving children and grand-children
Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-06-2017