The Night My Father Died Poem by jerry hughes
The Night My Father Died
Quietly his body sagged
and like a distant star,
blipped out.
There was no organ peal
or host of seraphim to mark
his passing.
The closing of a screen
with little reverence was,
the final act.
So ended a life tinged
with sadness and regret yet,
glorious in defeat.
Though many years have passed
I vividly recall;
The night my father died.
My darling - when I see into your soul like this, I ache with love for you. Allie Pie xxxx
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4/19/2024 6:20:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I find the best poems are ones that leave us in a state of thought.. from being vivd, confronting or from being able to relate.. this one i can. Reminds me of my papa.. the last time i saw him.. he was lifeless, his mind elsewhere.. his will to live was gone.. he wanted to die.. and remember in my childish ways i had a feeling he wanted to die because he had a broken heart.. that last image and subconscious feeling hasn't changed... Remarkable poem, take care, Mel xx