My deceased fathers closest friend lies dying in his bed this night. The journey to join my dad has begun. I hope they both smile when they meet again. My love to both of you...


Sleep well...


He held my hand,
As if to say,
"I know you are here,"
Opened his eyes,
And said "welcome home."

His face so pale and gaunt,
No pain, no smile, no sign
That his body was tired,
And time has taken away
His kind twinkle and strength.

He told me he was better,
And would be soon well,
As tears welled in the eyes
Of this woman who loves him.
Who sobbed silently behind me..

Violins played in the clouds,
While north wind whispers
Through the thin pines,
Under the spring showers
That soak my crying heart.

She said he has two weeks,
Maybe six more to live.
She knows his love
Will simply transcend
One world for another.

I said my goodbye, and,
He said to my grim face,
"See you this summer,"
And I know I will-
Beneath the cedar tree

That shadows the graves
Of generations of family.
Dad, and Grandpa,
Aunts, and cousins too.
Sleep well. Sleep well..





Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-03-21 at 04:16

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Amanda K
you moved me by your images and thoughts. really brought up a new theme. a brilliant write
2007-03-25


Veld Cooper
A sad and sombre subject somehow elevated to a more objective and philosophical level. Brilliant write, Morpheus!
2006-03-21