His Last Dying Wish

Written by: G. R.

For forty long years he came here to fish
On this third of September his last dying wish

To be remembered for being a good father and man
Reflecting as he pulls the bait from his can

He sets down his pole and draws from his pipe
Tears blend with the pond , Mother Nature will wipe

For there’s no greater medicine than this magical spot
Tranquil and whole where his first love begot

Blending hues of his children and his recently deceased wife
The pond’s rippling motion mimics his well lived life

Behold this watercolor painting of a God-centered man
A masterful moment as his hour glass runs out of sand


Written 12-4-12 
For Seren Robert’s Contest “Fisherman” based on the painting in Mandy’s blog