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A Poem by RobertRonnow


Author: RobertRonnow
Created: November 10, 2015 at 06:54 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Free Verse | Writing | General/Other
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Much Like Living  

It was with almost joy
that I watched at my father's
deathbed. His struggle
to let go
of his body and thoughts
was like being at a birth.

But now I'm not so sure.
Now that I'm back
with my life.
Unlike Lear
who will never, never
see his daughter again

I feel the man's presence
in every third thought
as one who went before.
Twice that Spring he said
Rob, I'm dying
but I failed to ask my question

What is it like?
He wouldn't have been able
to say. Not
because he didn't know.
Because it's so
much like living.


Last Modified: January 17, 2016 at 12:48 pm
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November 10, 2015
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