Your hand on my head is gentle still,
Your kiss on my forehead tender,
Heartfelt are your blessings still,
Your love as always overfull.
Why would I weep and moan and groan,
And rend my clothes asunder?
From this useless shell, empty and worn,
Oh gentle spirit, long have you flown.
Death may have pulled a trick on us.
And torn this bond asunder,
But how can there be a goodbye
When I hold you deep inside?
Your kiss on my forehead tender,
Heartfelt are your blessings still,
Your love as always overfull.
Why would I weep and moan and groan,
And rend my clothes asunder?
From this useless shell, empty and worn,
Oh gentle spirit, long have you flown.
Death may have pulled a trick on us.
And torn this bond asunder,
But how can there be a goodbye
When I hold you deep inside?
Lovely pic of you with your Dad, JJ. It makes the two of you, and your bond, come alive!
ReplyDeleteI especially liked the first two lines and the last two, of your poem. Very gentle, tender emotion -- acknowledgement of a continuing bond rather than the wailing and the grief of parting.
Sublime.
Warmest Regards,
Krish
That photo is enough to tell us the kindliness and gentleness of your relationship with your father...The poem drips with that warmth...Just a suggestion..I felt the word asunder in the second stanza could be substituted with another. It gels perfectly in the last....PGR
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