And, as I reached to touch him,
he pushed my hand away.
And, though he could not speak,
his eyes did seem to say-
"Why do you moun my passing?
Why do you feel such pain?
If dying were an ending,
wouldn't living be insane?
The sky will still change colors
from grey to azure blue
and love, that age old mystery,
will pledge its' vows anew.
Children will be born
and wars will still be fought
and the future will still hide
the changes fools have wrought.
And, though the cynics still will say
that faith is just our fears
I know that God will wait for me
to wipe away my tears.
And, my soul shall fly to paradise
a place of endless peace.
And, there my child, I'll wait for you
when time for you does cease."
A clarity was reached
in that time so long ago
when my father's voice, though muted
still touched my very soul.
And, when it comes my time,
I hope that you will see
that the end is the beginning
for the spirits God sets free.
Author notes
My name is Jim-same as my dad's
A contest entry
- Dedicated to my father who just lost his own father(PREWRITES ARE WELCOME) by badddgirl.
550 points, ended October 16, 2007, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Incredibly wonderful write! Just awesome..
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Breath taking!
I want you to know that this is the most beautiful thing I have ever read!
Thank you so much I will print this right now and take this to my father. You captured every honest fact and portrayed such a amazing message here. I wish you were here so I could hug you!
Thanks so much!
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