ON A FATHER'S DEATH

It came to claim him
and he knew
the blood-shot heat
of pain
that seared his chest
no words
no clutch at life
just a passage into oblivion
a passage out of hell.

2 comments:

Kim Bauer said...

Hi,

This one got to me. I am assuming this is your father. I am sorry for your loss.

Last week, I woke up out of a dead sleep with a poem in my head about the death of my grandfather. It was the strangest thing. It was like he was reading it to me and I was just a channel. I wrote the whole thing down and not a word needed to change. I have been thinking about posting it. I think I might.

Nice to see you again and thanks for stopping by my blog.

Gee said...

Kim, I think that is wonderful receiving the perfect poem as though from your grandfather. Please post it - I would like to share it with you. The best achievement someone can make on this earth is the legacy of love and inspiration they leave behind.

Thanks for visiting!

G