THE CLEANSING TIDE

cleansing tide

The child in his arms, such a precious gift,

her sweet little smile would make his heart lift.

Born into a love that none could compare,

baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair.

 

Conceived and born on such love filled days,

from the moment he held her he was blown away.

His heart did a flip and his smile was so wide,

his devotion to his daughter could not be denied.

 

And he looks on down to the rocks below,

waves crashing over as a cold wind blows.

His mind is adrift from a soul torn apart and

a lump of cold dread where once was a heart.

 

Her eyes never dulled for she always had a grin,

never a bad word did she have for him.

A bond so strong and a love so entire,

her Daddy would cradle her when she was tired.

 

He’d always be there to support her in all,

he’d pick her up whenever she’d fall,

laughing, singing and playing in the park

but storm clouds were soon to make it turn dark.

 

And the glistening rocks washed by tidal attack,

the wind is now rising and pushing him back.

His mind is flying, far out to sea,

his soul is crying out to be free.

 

The debilitating fear as they stood by her bed,

a mother and father with eyes cried red.

The knowledge; a curse as they counted the days,

not really knowing what to do or say.

 

The clock on the wall slowly ticking away

the moments of life till the end of her days.

Holding each other in a trembling embrace,

neither one daring to turn from her face.

 

And the rocks are beckoning, inviting release,

a way out of torment, a welcoming peace.

Standing aloft on a cold cliff-top ledge,

moving ever closer to release at the edge.

 

Her chilling cries in the dead of the night;

the rush to her side as she stared out in fright.

He cradled his child, reassuring till when

she would settle back off; restless slumber again.

 

Standing there, knowing that soon she would fade

and wondering now at decisions they’d made.

Had they done all they could and tried all there was,

would the hurt be any less if they knew the cause?

 

And the rocks are washed by a wind whipped tide,

the pain of his loss is now too much to hide.

Seagulls are crying high overhead,

mocking derision echoing round in his head.

 

When the battle was lost

on that cold winters eve,

though they knew it was coming

they just couldn’t believe.

 

To hold her small hand

for the very last time,

to kiss her cold cheek

and wonder at her crime.

 

To see her frail form

wrapped inside a cold shroud,

the wailing and crying;

beseeching so loud.

 

He felt something close;

collapse deep inside

and all he could think of

was to run and hide.

 

And the image of the rocks on the raging seabed,

swimming, pulsing and rushing in his head.

The wind in his ears, tearing wild at his clothes

and the smell of the sea assailing his nose.

 

A tiny voice made him glance to his right,

eyes blinking wide with shock at the sight,

for there in the mist that swirled at her feet

was his daughter, with hands held out to greet.

 

Her gentle sweet smile he remembered with pride

as she beckons him to come and be by her side.

His tear-filled eyes give a single blink

and the vision is gone; he’s alone on the brink.

 

And the rocks down below, beneath the crashing waves,

washing the memories of many dark graves

as he offered his body to the wind and the rain,

relinquishing life and sorrow and pain.

 

*

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, 7th July 2014.

This revised version written 22nd July 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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23 Comments Add yours

  1. bjgaulton says:

    Powerful, Moving. It made me cry.

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    1. Thankyou my friend.

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      1. bjgaulton says:

        You’re welcome. 🙂

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      2. bjgaulton says:

        You’re welcome 🙂

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  2. joylennick says:

    So grief-stricken and angst-ridden.Heavy stuff, which you handle well. But more fun ones please.

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    1. I have so many dark ones, Joy, that I have to ration out the lighter ones. Sorry. 😊

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  3. Anonymous says:

    Darren, You show great empathy here. Hard stuff that hard to get out of my head. Can we do more for our fellow man to alleviate their suffering?

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    1. Good question, Someone…?

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  4. Anonymous says:

    Ever so touching, sad indeed but very moving. …

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  5. breakdownchick says:

    Goose bump material!!!

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      1. breakdownchick says:

        No problem! Thank YOU! 😉

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  6. What a heart rendering Poem Darren.. beautifully descriptivism that moved me to tears .. Sue

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    1. Thanks Sue. Sorry for the tears 😊

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  7. gh0stpupp3t says:

    Absolutely beautiful. 🙂

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      1. gh0stpupp3t says:

        Call me Sam. 🙂 You are welcome.

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  8. Poli Impelli says:

    So touching… beautiful Darren!

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  9. Ever so moving, lovely words, Darren. 😉

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