Such a wonder is passing from this world!
My dear irreplaceable old father is dying,
gaunt and laconic,
stilled beyond speech
except for the twitch of an eyebrow,
flickering eyelids
and a pressing hand.
His thinned chest looks hard at death
testing its resolve
and slowly winds down
while wings, all along
lobed in the spirit,
fill with life again.
And he will away like the wind
around a streaming sun pillar
on a rich soft spring morning,
through a dark cloud,
across a misty rainbow,
into my heart.
Ian Trousdell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-such-a-wonder-is-passing-from-this-world/
