I had to go on That Day
in
August
My Dad
was
Gone
Numbed
I Just had to See Him Again
If only
for
One Last Time.....
There was nothing Romantic
Here
or
Ethereal
in
This Tiny square Room
Dad's Body
upon
A Marble Slab
From Shoulders down
covered by
A White Sheet
Hair
was as Full
as Ever
With that distinctive wave...
They say it
keeps growing...
Face Elongated
Wired Jaw
in
the absence
of Teeth...
of Teeth...
Mum
had
Thrown them away
The Day
She saw Him Die
in
The Ambulance..
Undertakers do their best
with
What they have of Us..
All of this
though
A stark reflection
of
What was so clearly Absent
of
What was so clearly Absent
I kissed His forehead
He did not open His eyes
For the first time in My Life
Death felt Offensive
A Violation
Suddenly
Suddenly
it seemed
What was My Dad
Had become the property
of
What was My Dad
Had become the property
of
Someone else
Access
Conditional
and
Limited...
Access
Conditional
and
Limited...
And yet
He seemed
but
A Hairs Breadth
away.
The distance
between
Worlds..
but
A Hairs Breadth
away.
The distance
between
Worlds..
I had felt
curiously
no sense
Of
Presence
after
He Died
It was like
He had Enough
&
Cleared Off
&
Cleared Off
He Died so Young
and
I know so little
about
Him
I was in such a different place
to
Ask Questions
So many missed opportunities
Sometimes now
There are moments
when it is like
He was never Here..
Dad had a very strong Christian Faith
Leaves me wondering even more
where
He may Be?
Not His Body
That became Ashes
No
I mean
The Bit of us All
which
is
Present
but
Elsewhere....
A Week or so ago
and not
for the first time
believe it
or not
My Dad visited Me
I saw Him
through the Window
Walking across
the Grass
He looked just like
He did
30 years ago
I made a Salad
for us both
My Dad visited Me
I saw Him
through the Window
Walking across
the Grass
He looked just like
He did
30 years ago
I made a Salad
for us both
Just before a feint Meow
Woke Me Up....
This morning
My Day began with thoughts
of
My Dear Dad
I think back
to
What I wrote
for
His Funeral Announcement...
" I Walked Towards The Darkened Door
With a Tremble in My Heart
A gentle Quiver on My Lips
For those I now must Part
But then
My Saviour met Me
Just like
He said
He would
The Door swung widely open
In The Light
I stood"
A gentle Quiver on My Lips
For those I now must Part
But then
My Saviour met Me
Just like
He said
He would
The Door swung widely open
In The Light
I stood"
Awww
Missing You
Lots of Love
xx
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