INEVITABLE Woe unto me! To try the inevitable Mine could have been a prayer To such a promising father Inscribed in my memories Embedded in my brains In the recesses of my mind Glossy as they are Are sights of his smiles In a state of loss I am I am being haunted By smiles of compassion Which were the sources of my pride His caressing hands Were a fountains of solace The source of my courage And a refuge to my soul I am a being, rejoicing, Ever I remember his words Words of blessings As they were mumbled out From that mouth of grace I was at his bedside When his last hours neared In a frozen smile he turned Tending to my side Very frail and ill There he showered me blessings As I felt his cuddling hands Deep to my marrow they sank I was dejected When the inevitable happened My grasp was hard When his bright eyes turned In search of the spirit As it finished its job 28:4: ‘98 #Longing
