Losing My Father
We gather tearfully to watch and wait
each of us pondering his unavoidable fate.
He is dying right before our eyes
and in our own way each of us cries.
The silence is deafening in such a small place
a room too small to get up and pace.
He signals silently for someone to come
to tell them he's so grateful for all who have come.
So we wait and we strive for a suitable plan
to show our respect for such an honorable man.
When he is gone we will cherish this time
that he will be gone seems like a crime.
He taught us all what we needed to know
some lessons were fast and some were quite slow.
For this is the last lesson he teaches us now
we're all going to die and he's showing us how.
He is our father and we do love him so
and hope very soon he can peacefully go.
When the time comes to turn out the light
there is no doubt he will have gotten it right.
Copyright © Mel Doherty | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment