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A last heartbeat.
by Dorian BlackI took the news in,
With my weak walled grin.
Convincing them,
Convincing Him,
Convincing me.
I won't let them see...
How If they bury him,
that they would bury me.
I take the time slowly.
Carefully Breathing.
Not sure if my next heartbeat
would be his last.
The minutes pass slowly,
(Oh so slowly)
Bringing me to my knees.
Would this be the day
that this world
takes my dad away? 01/29/2012 Posted on 01/29/2012
Copyright © 2024 Dorian Black
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/29/12 at 05:35 PM We really should speak of our parents death even it is difficult And some day I should. I received a lunch time phone call from my stepbrother in which he said by dad had died. The shock was like a stick of dynamite going off between my ears. Not that we were really close as some fathers and sons are. But he did all he could to get me through my first 18 years then it was up to me. I’m not sure I was up to the job. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/29/12 at 05:39 PM Yes, I found that time almost stood still when my dad died. It was the oddest feeling, and you express the dread and anticipation perfectly. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 01/29/12 at 08:46 PM so well written, not many words that punch you in the gut with reality. well done, |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/10/14 at 03:26 PM I so connect with this poem. There is little else I can say, save to say, it speaks to me of love. |
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