Behold such breath!
This catalyst of conquest
Echoing the halls of where words are kept
Breaking down my somber walls in this place of overwhelming sterility and sickness.
You found your place amongst the born
A child though you are
Though your shell was not quite as all the other ones worn.
You lived enough to know of love
And left enough to be longed for
A feat of many lifetimes, yet here my son we are.
This embrace of which fate has drawn the father’s hand to joy.
And the shortness of life’s longing arms
And of how fate’s blow would bring me low
In that same manner in which I held hope.
as sudden as silence, hopes hand was broke.
And now patience has become the father
and the man must bare its reproach
Oh death/stealth, I am breathless,
As hands have stopped moving
Gasps and strain have engrained upon my soul
These times I relive again searching for breath, drowning for cognitive reasons
To rescind from self deprecation
And wane instead of whine or tarry at the thought; this sunken state of mine
A child though you were I sat aptly a pupil
A man though I am have been reduced to
Trust, In God how I must do
In long suffering await our time will
My son the day when all be remade new
And the longing arms may rescind to short story’s glory.
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This poem is about love through the loss of my son Joseph March 21, 2013.