Andrew John Poet Free verse

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Our Father

We carry Dad in this huge box,
four of us bearing the weight,
that of him, that of the box, this very box,
this weighty combination, a virtual sarcophagus,

or so it seems to us,
the four siblings who support this box,
this very box, this hefty bulk,
containing our dad, on this day.

He was our old friend, still so,
and is a guy who supported us,
kept us in bread, daily,
and much more, much more.

He is a heavy man
in this accursed, hefty, weighty box.
Our shoulders sag, slump,
two left, two right.

Oh, the weight of this dear father
in this big box, on this day,
a huge thing we'd rather not bear.
Do we not wish this man would spring to life?


(May 2022)

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John Gondolf June 1, 2022 at 2:21 AM To lose the person who has been your mentor your whole life is a heavy burden to bear. I can feel the weight of your loss, Andrew, you have captured the emotions of that moment beautifully. John Andrew John March 28, 2023 at 5:29 AM Many thanks, John. Quite a while ago, but memories remain.

Connie Marcum Wong May 30, 2022 at 9:43 PM He carried you when you were born and now you carry him in death. The circle of life never leaves us. My condolences to you and your family. Blessings xxoo Andrew John May 31, 2022 at 1:54 AM Thank you so much for your wishes. It was a few years ago, but came to me only recently to try a poem on him.