Father To Son

Father To Son short poem

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

Childish laughter
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

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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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Such a moving verse that makes one pause and wonder if we are not treading on the same path too?

Nikita Mehendiratta

It made me think two things while reading, firstly I thought about a small kid who is gone. second was reality which we as children start doing when we grow up.
This is a really touching poem. It’s good not to now know the real thought behind it. because either way it binds reader.


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