Music and Death (I don’t know him dead)
By Paul B
I remember my Father dying,As he lay on his bed.His gasps for breath.The squeeze of his hand.I said goodbye to him thenAnd I closed his eyes.But still I remember him dying.I don’t know him dead.There is no end.No final moment.Just before and after.And I sit uneasily between the two.My face burns and I am ashamed.Wetness on my cheek!I couldn’t mourn him thenAnd I can’t mourn him now.So why do I cry?For WindDancer J. Hang in there! Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 09:07 AM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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"I remember my Father dying,As he lay on his bed.His gasps for breath.The squeeze of his hand.I said goodbye to him thenAnd I closed his eyes.But still I remember him dying.I don’t know him dead.There is no end.No final moment.Just before and after.And I sit uneasily between the two.My face burns and I am ashamed.Wetness on my cheek!I couldn’t mourn him thenAnd I can’t mourn him now.So why do I cry?For WindDancer J. Hang in there!..."