Cheyenne Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 My Father I heard you whisper my name in the night I came to slowly but oh what a sight Standing before me in glistening moonlight My dear friend, my father, beckoned me How did this miracle come to be? I was blind so how could I see Something so perfect and heavenly Appearing before me so naturally I reached out to him haltingly He took my hand lovingly Pulling me close and tenderly He whispered “Good-bye”
WrenWind Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 Oh!....*gets out a tissue* that brought a tear to my eye . I like it
Salinye Posted May 5, 2003 Report Posted May 5, 2003 This poem has special meaning to me as I lost a father in law a couple of years ago. Thank you so much for sharing. :0) It's beautifully written. :0) ~Salinye
Cheyenne Posted May 15, 2003 Author Report Posted May 15, 2003 I am glad that you enjoyed it Salinye. I hope the saying is true, Time heals all wounds.
Cyril Darkcloud Posted May 19, 2003 Report Posted May 19, 2003 A touching theme well and simply executed and with a fine sense of sound and shape in its composition. More detailed feedback posted in the Critics' Corner.
Sorciere Posted May 20, 2003 Report Posted May 20, 2003 I really love the emotion this poem brings out in me, beautiful.
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