It Will Never Be the Same Again
On the Death of my Dad
The earth beneath my feet was solid and sure,
yesterday,
I remember the earth crumbling,
I sensed the change about to come,
I dug my heels into the earth
and journeyed on
noises were an irritation, rumbling
groans of explanation
or none at all, vexing as that was
confusing
a lonely time, as there is no other
holding a hand weak from breathing
oxygen gasps and
bedside dreaming
of youthful years
now in the past
the change comes
in a late night call
a tremor felt, in my limbs
the earth is rising
buckling, cracked and pale
it will never be the same again.
lesley anne armour 2023
About the Creator
Lesley Anne Armour
Writing is satisfying and cathartic. I enjoy sharing my thoughts & ideas in poetry or prose. I enjoy taking photographs mainly of nature and my cat Maise! Reading and a walk along a beach bring me pleasure. And I love to dance.
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