Another True Odd Experience- the Night My Father Died
it was 2002
dad's has slowly
been worn away
by cancer
over my family's fate
it had always held sway
once 240 pounds
now skeletal form
skin covered
so hard to bare
to see
I can, I guess
expect, much the same
to come to me
he was also
my best friend
and I suffer to this day
no wonder about death,
I have so much to say
every family has
their own tales
of evidence of
things still left
unknown
and I was always
mystified
as I'd grown
I've studied death
from every angle
and every written word
the physical, metaphysical
and all I that I'd heard
but death is an illusive foe
he hides his secrets well
one only learns of these
when he comes and to you he'll tell
his reason for his taking you
and no others are to know
no chance of that to happen
cause it's your time
just then to go
well, back to our tale,
I'll try to tell it fast
my fingers gettin' sore,
don't know how long I'll last...
when my father died
and only at that time
the light and fan at his side
must'a surely cried
cause off they went
my eyes did witness this
it's something I still wonder
maybe I would have
just as soon,
preferred to miss
it's just another tale
of things that we may feel,
but can't prove in our lifetimes
the secret we're not meant to steal.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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