Martin Mcareavey Poet Ode

My Last Hour With My Father

MY LAST HOUR WITH MY FATHER...

With small hints and gestures
Familiar and known,
The seeds of your exit were carefully sown.
Requesting I shave you, that personal contact
A handshake, some laughter, gentle acceptance.
Relaxed and ready, you're all you are - Alive!
Full of reminiscence of a life, a path
that led to other paths and road, and views.
You did your best, now dressed
and looking forward, over the edge.
You won't admit to feeling scared;
This road, it ends for all
Which makes a last goodbye unkempt
As you reach out for the sky..

Goodnight and God Bless. My Daddy x

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 13, 2017 at 8:51 AM Beautiful Martin. Thank you so much for sharing this. xomo

Cheryl Hoffman February 13, 2017 at 8:47 AM Very heart touching ode about your Dads final hours Martin; I can definitely relate! God bless~Che :)