Up Above
it was after midnight, and i won't soon forget
my dad was leaving, or so they said
laying there, his soul it seemed, wanted to be set free
it was hard, not something for all to see
when my father departed, i looked at stillness
i looked around, and i looked above
i saw a glimpse of what i thought was he,
it was just the reflection in the window of me
i looked further out, past my thoughts and prayers
only to realize my dad was already just a memory
as i looked back at him on that hospital bed
i tried hard to engrave his last breath, in my head
it looked like him, but it didn't feel like him
he was no longer there
as much as i wanted him back i knew he was elsewhere
...without a care
again, i stood to look out the window
and again the only sign of life were the palm trees,
they looked like brooms sweeping the midnight air
it is then that i saw life again, and i knew that he was there....
Copyright © Delia Maria Espinoza | Year Posted 2009
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