Death|Farewells
A Goodbye in the Night Hours
A poem about the night my father died in the hospital as we slept
And that was as it was: A brief breath and death called. The air thick-falling all around us In the dark, as we three slept, Me and mum so lightly, Waiting for tomorrow In grim anticipation An expectation of sorrow My dad beneath the yellow halo light Of slow disappearance into the night.
I heard mum scream and saw her jump Across the room Sooner it seemed Than the breath had left.
She said she heard him speak to her And deftly flew with every intent To answer him With her last heart’s gasp And kissed him before he went.
And at the start of missing him Full grieving in the gloom The room resolved to a struggling peace, Thinking of what mattered most, Shattered by the outline Of the shrouded ghost alone A man unknown Beneath the sheet.
After a while, we said goodbye And switched the lights And shut the door But he, we truly understood Had already gone The longest time before.






