Joyous Night

A poem about loss

My Grandfather used to sing a song

Said it was from the old country

A place I'd never set my feet on

Now, to God's kingdom, he's gained entry

He died on a Sunday

Lying in that large, white coffin-like bed

He struggled to breathe, and yet he would say

'I miss the music from my ol' homestead.'

I knew the song by heart, of course

A melody whose words would soon come to pass

So in spite of my thought that my voice was the worst

I breathed deep and sung for him 'The Parting Glass.'

As he closed his eyes and heard death's fateful call

I sang the words 'Good night and joy be with you all.'

Author's Note

A tribute to the class song The Parting Glass, a traditional Scottish and Irish song celebrating friendship and love as an evening comes to an end.

Reviews

[richieb]

Jesse, moving poem, very well written. It speaks well of you to remember and honor your heritage. You are very respectful of your past and your writing skills will only enhance your families history. Richie.

[Jesse W.]

Once again, you are very kind and I appreciate it. My Grandfather meant a lot to me, and so does this song and it was a privilege to honor both this way. :)

[Chris]

a warm and thought-full piece. shows heart and caring.

[Jesse W.]

Thank you for the kind words :)

[Sami Khalil]

A sad loss but a joyful hope with a treasured song. Touching and moving....^))))))

[Jesse W.]

Thank you :) My grandfather meant a lot to me so it was an honor to memorialize him this way.

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome. ....:)))