It's After Twelve O'clock


It's after twelve o'clock
and I've listened to the news
now Johnny Carson's on
so I know,
I've made it through the day.

I think I'll write a letter
no time could be better then
while I'm waiting for
the new Tom Synder show.

Well it's two a.m. I think I'd best
be going,
but first I'll  ask why
the light is glowing
behind my father's bedroom door.

He said he's just resting
he's allright,
So I'll be getting
on to bed.

It's four fifteen and I awaken,
while I'm up I'll look in
He's still sitting
in his chair
the way I left him.

Yes he's fine he says
Yes he'd like a glass of juice.
so I bring it and I'm off to bed.
At least I know,
we've made it through the day.


It's twenty after five and I
think I hear a noise,
can't sleep until I check,
everythings the same.

Now it's close to six
I say I may as well get up.
It's a new day
and comforting to know,
he's made it through the night.

January 1981

This was my beloved Dad's last days. I shall always remember him with love and devotion.