Listening to every heart
You Are Here
You were there Dad, as was I
sitting silently, closely by
and with us sat the shadow of death,
I heard it with every labored breath.
I knew you were not sore afraid
not the way which my hand in yours laid,
an easy grasp of mine you tried to make
but strength was going, I felt you shake.
Words were not said, no verbal tools,
but my mind and saddening heart were full
to think that silence filled the room
and yet I did not heed the gloom.
For what can be said between daughter and Dad,
no time to be happy, but no time to be sad,
this silent, precious time was enhanced
because of the beauty of life’s chance.
My epoch moments with you were all mine,
sweetly silvered, never to vanish in time,
different from my siblings, they knew others;
while silently for you I tended your covers.
Ah Dad, it’s been some long, long while
since last your earth’s voice or your wry smile
came soft to my ears, delighted my eyes,
or heard you tender your sage wisdom wise.
But you are here, Dad, you are here
whispering faintly in my ear
come late at night, or early morn
making me glad I was yours when born.
Keep being my conscience, keep being my Dad
keep making me happy, even when sad,
keep being here, for here you are,
my Dad, my friend, my sage, my star.
29 October, 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 10-29-1999).]