I never got the chance to be, for you dear Dad, the best. I never had the strength inside to hold you to my chest. I never made the time in life to be a father’s son and never had a hope of ever undoing things I’d done. I never got to…
Category: CANCER POETRY
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…
A DARK PLACE
The old clock sets the rhythm of a heart in pain. A body racked with with aching frustration, and the realisation that life will never be the same. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 12th April 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.