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
Copyright © Martin Mcareavey | Year Posted 2017
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