FATHER AND SON

 
I touch your cheek,
I'm surprised, it's cold.
I reach for your hand
for I need it to hold.
 
I look upon your face
that beamed and sparkled
as we loved and laughed,
wrestled and tickled.
 
Your face is so pallid,
the sparkle is gone,
no more to smile
in the hot summer sun.
 
Your hair neatly tended,
you lie there so still
as I try, with memories,
a dark hole to fill.
 
Childish laughter
and mocking good fun,
a knowing look
from Father to Son.
 
I know that in truth
you are no longer there,
I know you've moved on
to places more fair.
 
And yet, here I stand
in a cold, lonely room,
surrounded by silence,
all alone in the gloom.
 
I take a deep breath
and turn to leave
but something stops me;
makes it hard to breathe.
 
With the last of my courage
thinly veiled by dread,
I lean over and tenderly
kiss your forehead.
 
 
Written by Darren Scanlon, 6th April 2014.
Revised by Darren Scanlon, 29th June 2015.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.
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