Until Mother came back
from the hospital
saying you had
cancer of the lungs
did we know
how ill you were.
Too late to operate
Mother said
in sombre tones.
I had just seen you
two days before
and should have
guessed then
how ill you were
my father substitute
my hero man
amongst mortal men.
What to say to that
and what words to say?
I went up to my room
to lay and weep
and pray your soul
to keep.
On the Sunday morning
the policeman came
to relate your death.
The thread that linked us
in life was cut by death
and you were dead.
How surreal
the policeman's words
and how young was he
for such a task
and he seemed
as wrecked by it
as we.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
Until Mother came back
from the hospital
saying you had
cancer of the lungs
did we know
how ill you were.
Too late to operate
Mother said
in sombre tones.
I had just seen you
two days before
and should have
guessed then
how ill you were
my father substitute
my hero man
amongst mortal men.
What to say to that
and what words to say?
I went up to my room
to lay and weep
and pray your soul
to keep.
On the Sunday morning
the policeman came
to relate your death.
The thread that linked us
in life was cut by death
and you were dead.
How surreal
the policeman's words
and how young was he
for such a task
and he seemed
as wrecked by it
as we.
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