first blog

hello wide world...
what better way to start this new fangled 'blogging' then with a poem about my father. I've been thinking about him recently, perhaps because my son is about to become a father himself. So for my first blog, here's a poem about the day my father died.



Father’s Last Day

There is barely room around the bed
of this cherished man
transitioning.

We stand, hold hands
remember…
Say Our Father
hushed and reverent.

Young ones tuck their heads
on the chests of their mothers.

Aware of each breath,
They glance at their feet, up to us.

Awed
by this life and then death.

Outside, a June rain falls
soft, straight and sure.

The blossoms stand grateful.


Janice Anderson