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DEATH MY FATHER AND I

Death isn't what you think it is,
At least not when you sit with Death

Death I know. I know because once
I was in the same room with Death

Death isn't horrific, she, he is not a monster,
it was not frightening when I met Death

Death claimed my father when I wasn't there 
but she, he waited for me, the night I met Death

Death took the warm breeze from my father's chest
left him cold to the touch I was there next to Death

Death stole my father's voice left him quiet among the roar
of silent tears. I felt the moisture in the room next to Death

Death left with no more then what filled shallow pockets
graciously bowed on the way out, so I bowed to Death

Death I knew walked out empty handed as he does
my father's life still burning in memories, so I bowed to Death

my father's body was dead in that hospital bed 
but I couldn't help kiss warm my father's flesh
but I couldn't help speaking to him "I love you Dad"

three years passed since that night
my father is still alive in memories bright
he accomplished so much, touched so many
never a time when I needed my Dad
never once was he not there to help

how could you be sad for a man like that

he lives in my heart sheltered there
even when I am long gone he will live
preserved by my children and then theirs

how could you feel sad for a man like that

Always stood a giant in the largest of crowds
He was loved and admired, he never died
He was just needed somewhere else

Death isn't always what you think. he, she came and left
light as a feather I barely felt the presence of Death

Death?
 I've met him, when I meet her again
there will be no fear 
Death! 

It isn't always what you think it is.
When I met Death it was gentle as a lamb.



Maurice Yvonne
09/23/2014
Contest: The Poet III
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan

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  1. Date: 9/23/2014 11:12:00 AM

    ohh, marvelous poem full of gentle emotion, maurice... your thoughts on the theme and your father are simply breathtaking.. huggs
  1. Date: 9/23/2014 10:23:00 AM

    Not to fear death is a sign of maturity and knowledge. I lost both my parents when ten years old and not a single day passes by without thinking of them both. It is so beautiful you think of death as a friend and an ally. Many poems have I written on the subject and have the same attitude towards him/her. Beautiful, sentimental and wise poem! Good luck, my friend, Maurice!
  1. Date: 9/23/2014 8:03:00 AM

    You have expressed very touchy feelings for your father, MAURICE
  1. Date: 9/23/2014 8:00:00 AM

    A wonderful tribute to your father Maurice his memory will always live on in your heart:-) hugs Jan xx
  1. Date: 9/23/2014 7:59:00 AM

    We all will die and you accept it, it will be peaceful.

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