Kevin Michael Bloor

Dear Dad

He diced with death one summer’s day

Left sunshine, with his kids, to play

Transformed himself to cold, blue steel

That dreamy day that seemed surreal

 

Loud tears were shed and hearts were torn

My mum and sisters wept on lawn

Nostalgically, they did survey

The greenest grass my dad did lay

 

From time they put him in the ground

I sank in silence, made no sound.

They told me, “There’s no shame, just weep.”

But all my grief I buried deep

 

To stow it, till we meet some day

Beyond the Moon and Milky Way.

For then and there I’ll shake his hand

And say, “Dear dad, I understand.”

Comments2

  • Frogspoetry

    Very beautiful words,and the way to paired them together is wonderful.may your dad rest in peace.I think he would be very proud of you

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you for your kind comments and feedback. Appreciate it.

    • Goldfinch60

      All will be well when you meet again.



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