I touch your cheek
I’m surprised, it’s cold I reach for your hand I need it to hold
I look into eyes
That once gleamed and sparkled As we loved and laughed And wrestled and tickled
The eyes are now cold
The sparkle is gone No more to smile At the setting sun
Your hair neatly tended
You lie there so still As I try, with memories A dark hole to fill
And mocking fun A knowing look From father to son
I know, in truth
You’re not really there I know you’ve moved on To places more fair
And yet, here I stand
In a cold, lonely room Surrounded by silence And desolate gloom
I take a deep breath
As I turn to leave Something stops me Makes it hard to breathe
With the last of my courage
Covered over with dread I lean over and tenderly Kiss your forehead Enthusiastic words relating to Child Gentle thoughts about Father Enthusiastic words relating to Time
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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