The Bed
Oh how I hated that damn bed,
The one that the health care store delivered;
The one that held my dear father...
It was in his den, with his TV.
He now needed it, after all the years of strength,
This man that I saw all those years busting it,
Making the needed money for his family;
Showing us that love takes action;
He never wavered or whined he just did it…
Now he grasped for his breath, he struggled...
I hated that damn bed, it made me cringe;
Now as I sit in this den, I see the couch,
I see the neatly placed chairs facing the TV,
All I can think of is that bed...
That damn hospital bed,
And you know, I wish it was here,
Here in this room, with the TV...
With my ailing struggling dad,
So I could hold his face and kiss him...
And tell him how much I love him,
Oh that damn bed...
© Joseph James
3/31/17
With my dear Father's death on 6/9/2016 we all lost a vital part of us. Once my father and friend, with his quick humor and wit said : "be careful around Joey, he may write a poem about you". I loved my Father, there really and truly are no words...
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