Going Home
By:Felix L. Perry
A father sits alone in silent mode
With his wrinkled ancient memories
Holds council with the clouds above
Takes advice from the stately trees
Hears the church bells in the glen
Close by the cross of mother’s grave
Shakily rolls a dried out cigarette
A little weed he managed to save
He pops the top on a another brew
Strokes the hair of old Pal’s coat
Watches the sun fade over the foothills
Writes the last lines of a farewell note
Drains the last sip of luke-warm beer
Coughing crushes out his final smoke
He told them all that he was leaving’
They all thought it was another joke
Now mother no more will be lonely
Nor will the cancer steal away father’s pride
The church bells ring down in the glen
The sons and daughters all have cried.
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A very touching tribute to a proud man who was loved.
Warm hugs
Elga
Regis
My Father passed away in February of '89, and from that day forward, my Mother literally willed herself to be with him again, until finally in 2001, her wishes found her. It wasn't that she didn't know that her children loved and cared for her, and that they would miss her greatly, but her true belief was that her place was beside him, while he was living, and in his death as well. Their ashes are now together once again, beneath the willow tree where they spent so many hours enjoying nature, and each other. There isn't a day goes by that they are not missed, but we hold firmly to the beliefs that they are both at peace and together.
I know you miss your parents as well, and though you may not completely understand your Father's choices, just hold on to fact that they are together, and at peace.
Not only did this break my heart, for your pain, but it reminded me to reach for the spirits that have gifted me so much in life.
Lisa
Well done.
Love,Suzy
I feel like I've known him in person after "spending time" with him reading "RED SOIL"
God Bless his soul!!
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Allen