Reflections

Mum’s voice had trembled as she spoke
alarm was sounded, I left immediately
my first return home, tarmac touch down
through early morning fog

Last to arrive as usual, at last we were all home
The comfort of the house bore no reflection to our sorrow
Dad’s favorite music played, his presence pervaded

We sat with him in turn; each dressed in our bravest face
He could speak with words no longer
So we spoke with tenderness instead

While he rested, we hoped that he could hear us
Could hear the sound of our voices and our laughter
as we reminisced, we hoped that he could hear us
soothing him to sleep

That afternoon was stormy
Black clouds like grief hung low
the heavens opened and dad left
Ribbons of the spectrum announced
that he had gone.

2/04/05

Reflections

nonameyetaglam

Robina, Australia

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I was the second youngest of six children and unbeknown to us, this was the last time that we were all to be together. My brother – the eldest of us, passed away a year later. This was a very difficult poem to write. However now, when ever I see a rainbow it always makes me smile and I know my dad is looking down at me and saying Hi.

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