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Always be a poet, even in prose. ~Charles Baudelaire

DAD'S PASSING

He knows he is dying

Not long for this world

Certain death ends his journey

That nothing remains

No soul, no spirit

No ghost survives

There’ll be no more light

No darkness

No heaven, no hell

Only death

He’ll not see her again

Or us

Never again to feel sun on his back

Or rain

Once his eyes close

There is nothing more

He’ll not see family again

Not those passed

Or those to come

Babies born with his genes

His family survives

As he passes away

He won't know love

Or sorrow

He’ll no longer have to fight for breath

The pain that insults his body

Dies with him

This he knows

With absolute certainty

With all the certainty of

heaven for the Pope

And he is okay with that

He has worked hard

And done his best

And done it well

DYING

 

Her dying drew us together
Children and grandchildren 
Pulled tight to each other
Strengthened and comforted

 

As preceding months crawled
Now their pace is quickening
And the tie that once bound us
Is passing away

The love of family
Held as spokes to the hub
Falters when the center disappears
And the focus is lost

 

Grieving at first shared
Becomes an individual battle
As each grieves differently
Shouldering heartache alone

 

Would that life pause
Giving grief its due
Valuing the months after
As fully as those before

 

GARY

 

Another man approaches death

A good man

Hardworking, capable

Honest & moral

I didn't get to know him well enough

But I know some things

I know his character

I know his integrity

These things are evident

Made clear through his work

His faith

And, most of all

His three daughters

I am enriched by knowing all three

And fortunate to be married to one

Through her he shines

Through her I know him

And I am doubly blessed

LAST DAYS

 

These eighty-seven years from womb

On a merry path to waiting tomb

All the years have made her small

What remains is but to dream

Exhausted as she approaches life’s extreme

With nothing left to stem the fall

 

Then comes time for peaceful rest

Having faced and met every test

No more to soar the blue sky

In unfamiliar stillness she’s laid

Veiled neath a darkening shade

Wondering how it feels to die

 

Old age arrived as wintery showers

Drowning the few surviving flowers

Thus she’s drawn into life’s good-night

Her faith has long been shaken

Such comfort is hence forsaken

And God’s peace is turned to fright

 

She has lived a life with ready smile

Smiling still with one last trial

Before so lovely a heart is done

Now afraid to close her eyes

Not knowing if she see sunrise

There’s no time to grasp the sun

 

As rivers swell with autumn’s rains

Dampening whatsoever remains

So she floats down life’s stream

To be cast adrift in the vastest ocean

Left there shorn of devotion

Approaching the sea’s quiet dream

 

Confined these endless hours

Each day erodes her dwindling powers

And alone, she is resigned to sit

Pain pulls and drags her under

With nothing left but to wonder

How can this be it?

 

The insistent rains are turned to hail

Pushing her every system to fail

Spoiling any remaining daylight

Each new hurt pulls the body under

Sinking, struggling to stave the thunder

That calls her into the endless night

 

Inactivity makes for meager rest

How can she not be depressed?

Her personality shows the strain

Making grey those few sunbeams

A weary heart that no longer gleams

There is no escaping the rain

 

She has lost her joyous glow

As failing health elicits snow

Whilst thoughts morph into dreams

Unsure what lies in days ahead

Her heart forever stained by dread

As nightmares turn to silent screams

 

Keeping tender arms outspread

Bravely facing what lies ahead

Her life has been so full of love

Pain has become her entire world

As all other thoughts are swirled

But for the coo of the mourning dove

 

Somehow she commands her heart to beat

And stays the body’s final defeat

To battle an unwinnable war

To strive for a place in the sky

As body and mind race to die

Traveling to an unknowable shore

 

Until then whatever failing life brings

Til that fateful day she dons her wings

           And exhaustion yields to a happy tune

When will she reach heaven’s sky?

For surely her spirit can fly so high

Soar above the touch of the moon

 

At peace, her pain is done

Resting now under a forever sun

A lifetime goes too fast

Whilst her love will forever last

 

 

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