Before The Others KnewA Poem by Chris Shaw
In a Torbay hospital bed served by the
pitiful privacy of Oxford blue curtains propped up pillows providing last comfort His pallid skin remained warm to touch peaceful in sleep, no sign of breathing no response to my weeping I leaned forward to kiss his forehead, five times in all, once for myself, a further four times for absent siblings My tears spilled on to his cheeks, as I stood back for one last time Dad was crying too, with borrowed tears. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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24 Reviews Added on July 31, 2019 Last Updated on July 31, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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