A character well known,
he'd shake your hand, have a laugh
quiet man, thinking man,
he didn't do things by half.
Wonderful children and a wife
he truly was blessed,
but then his pain came
with all its wickedness.
His smile it shone
through thick and thin,
he picked at his food
'til he had no energy.
And when they sat with him
noon and night,
they stroked his forehead
held his hand tight.
His daughter beside him,
she recited a prayer
with her heart, with her head,
she willed him, please stay.
His breathing was laboured
his body limp,
these were his last moments
a final glimpse.
One last goodbye,
he took his last breath
he gave his last smile
and she bowed her head.
Copyright: Mervat @ The Writing Instinct
