Father

The gentle whir of the machine pumps temporary relief into your veins. It happens more than it did; even yesterday. You sigh. The tight grip of your hand relaxes I release mine and rub some life into dead fingers. You never held my hand before when it mattered; it was not what men and boys did; you used to utter. I lean over and breathe gently on your cold grey face as I gently kiss your forehead; another thing that boys don't do. You whisper something in your fevered sleep words I wish I knew. I murmur gently in your ear: I love you, dad. Your eyes open in pain. The machine whirs again. Your eyes close; it's sad to think that we are all sat waiting for your last gasp. 'Writing Prompt - Breathe -' Contest Joint 1st place. Published in the collection "It's Not Easy" by Poetry Choice

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Sally Eslinger

Date: 5/14/2021 2:14:00 PM

Terry, another evocative storytelling poem. Wish I had your talent at this. I am afraid I am about a year from being the one they will sit around, but perhaps our Lord will be merciful. I kissed my daddy’s bald head good-night always. There is a cherished scent in the memory. I love your pen, will Follow. Take care

Terry Miller
Date: 5/15/2021 1:22:00 AM

Thank you, Sally I do like my poems to tell a story, some would call them prosaic, but I enjoy writing in this style.

Constance La France

Date: 5/10/2021 1:58:00 PM

Terry, congratulations on your win in my Writing Prompt - Breathe - Challenge with this beautifully penned and emotional poem, it really touched my heart, well done, peace _Constance

Terry Miller
Date: 7/9/2021 1:01:00 AM

I want to thank you again for the inspiration to write this poem which was selected for publication.

Terry Miller
Date: 5/11/2021 12:40:00 AM

Thank you so much Constance for placing this poem, it means a lot; your prompt sparked my emotions to pen this very personal, and true, poem.