My Father's Grave

My Father’s Grave

 

I stood on my father’s grave

 

And tried to say good-bye.

 

But the wind being high,

 

And the air being cool,

 

I was certain he would not hear me.

 

 

So, I knelt on my father’s grave

 

And tried to say, “I loved you”.

 

But the light being dim,

 

And the earth being black,

 

I was certain he would not see me.

 

 

So, I lay on my father’s grave

 

And tried to say, “I forgive you.”

 

But my heart being heavy,

 

And my soul being low,

 

I was certain he would not believe me.

 

 

So, I cried on my father’s grave

 

And asked, “Why did you not love me?”

 

But the grave being deep,

 

And the grave being final,

 

I was certain I would not hear him.

 

Reviews

[Woody]

the first and last line of each stanza make this poem most appealing. I find this beautifully original.
very nice indeed.

[F. Mary Jesson]

Thank you!

[Samuel Dickens]

This is powerful writing, and something I can so easily relate to. Death creates a might chasm that can be impossible to span.

[F. Mary Jesson]

Thank you!