throughout the day

before my dad died,

i held my father’s hand;

once strong, fleshy

now feeble, bony

but still warm…

and still gripping

(though not for long).

as i left his room that night

with an “i love you”,

he raised his hand up

towards me in a

slow, deliberate wave.

10 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ron.
    Feb 20, 2023 @ 11:02:06

    I got to hold my mother’s hand while… she left.
    This is awesome work, capturing an almost unrelatable moment, lyn. Thanks


  2. artsandletters9
    Feb 16, 2023 @ 10:53:42

    Beautiful, poignant poetry.


  3. dorahak
    Feb 16, 2023 @ 09:47:43

    That last silent gesture alone says a lot about the character of your Dad and the love you shared. Beautifully written, Lynn.


  4. Dawn Minott
    Feb 15, 2023 @ 21:45:18

    Delicately touching 💗


  5. J lomax
    Feb 15, 2023 @ 21:33:52

    Awww how touching!!


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