Just For You Poetry

I'd chattered with old pater
As he languished in his chair
His beady red ringed eyes
Were blankly focused in a stare

No longer did he amble
Through the epics of his past
His hand caressed his sherry glass
Perhaps it was his last

I couldn't see resolve
Within old pater's careworn face
Inevitably ready
Now to slip from life's embrace

Not feeling as he should do
That his life had been fulfilled
And humble in achievement
From a learning curve instilled

I watched for several hours
Betwixt wake and careworn sleep
The glass slipped from poor pater
And I long suppressed to weep

And then as I arranged him
Picked the phone up dialed and said
I've sat with dearest pater
Now I feel the poor man's dead

Wow! This one brought a tear. Digging up memories of my dear old dad going on his merry way. I suppose that is what poetry is for. Kudos, Steven for this from the heart write. "Betwixt wake and careworn sleep" know this feeling well, great writing my friend.

Aww, you made me so tearful with this one ..

Watching one we love at the last is heart-rending, for sure, sir. Knowing what is occurring must be so saddening, indeed.

Very moving. Great poem.

A tear jerking read indeed, and I looked up the word 'pater' so I have learned a new word today. I love the flow and the rhyme and appreciate the sad sentiment you go through as the poem progresses Steven.

You touched a chord here Steven.... Saying goodbye to one's Dad forever is never easy..love the way you have versed this sad occasion.

A powerful write

For once I am not going to post a weak pun, mate. Enjoyed this ode to pater....