An afternoon of moments,
time out from speaking.
A tension, a ticking,
an arrythmia.
Thrum, thrum, thrum.
We submit to
all sound carved
into chambers.
Only us and him.
Thoughts and prayers.
Future suspended,
past fading.
Here and now
we’re gifts around his bed.
The arduous night
a mere shadow of
of the light spilling on us.
A real time goodbye.
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For my siblings.
Remembering my father.
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So sorry for your loss, Jerry. God bless your whole family.
Thank you. My father died in 1999. I’m redressing some old poems.
Beautiful Jerry. I’m sorry for your loss, but glad for the moments.
I’m looking over old poems for improvement. Thanks for your sympathy. My father died in 1999
“Gifts around his bed”..I love that.
Thank you Noreen!
Gerald the Writer 
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