A Homecoming
I have spent many hours reflecting on my dad's last earthly days.
How he stared silently at the room's far corner, in another place.
At times, many visitors filled his crowded hospital room.
But my father's eyes were transfixed, his face peacefully consumed.
Though he could not speak, I questioned his mesmerizing vision.
As I held his hand I knew the answer, God had made His decision.
Angels had come for my dad as he quietly faded in that bed.
His time of peace had come, but it was the moment I had dread.
I wanted Dad to stay with me just one more minute, hour, day.
But summer, his favorite season, had come, the time for me to find a way
to let him go, Jesus was calling; so I kissed him goodbye through tears.
As he took his final breath, a peaceful calm washed over my fears.
I stared off into the distance, imagining beautiful angel wings of love,
embracing my dad, then flying him to the eternal summer of Heaven above.
* This is all true. I held my dad's hand and sang to him as he took his last
breath. It may have been angels or my dear grandma coming to take him home.
I only know that I felt comforted by my dad's peace.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 19, 2012
First place in Touched by an Angel contest (Gail Doyle)
Eighth place in Emotional Poem Contest (PD)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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