Monday, December 19, 2011

One year


It was one year ago today
That I brought my father
to hospital.

It was one year ago today
That my father and I
Finally spoke without words.

It was one year ago today
That transformation began.

When I see such a sky
With me ~ I know he is.

When I search for the way
In him ~ I receive the answer.

Death is the most painful of life's occurrences.

But death is also filled with deep wisdom ~
And love
If one is only willing to see, hear and feel.

It was one year ago today.

2 comments:

DUTA said...

Welcome back to blogging!
The poem is a fine tribute to your father's memory.

MCJART said...

Hello dear DUTA ~ Thank you for your support!

I love reading your blog! MCJ