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SWIM
he fought the nurses
off that night
and lay in rumpled sheets
cool as
as that first swim of the season
and i could see him push deeper
trying to touch the bottom
the priest arrived
to give last rites
calling on saints and angels
and all the beloved of my father's god
to cheer him on
and sure enough
by the time he closed the book
the old man was gone
off that night
and lay in rumpled sheets
cool as
as that first swim of the season
and i could see him push deeper
trying to touch the bottom
the priest arrived
to give last rites
calling on saints and angels
and all the beloved of my father's god
to cheer him on
and sure enough
by the time he closed the book
the old man was gone
Published 29th Jun 2021
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30th Jun 2021 6:46am
Dear J,
I’ve never looked at death like swimming yet, it kind of is. The cool and icy descriptions you write are so visual and tactile I could almost feel the water. I also appreciate the subject of your poem knowing it was his time to go. Death is never an easy topic on which to comment, I thought your poem was reflective and respectful. H🌷
I’ve never looked at death like swimming yet, it kind of is. The cool and icy descriptions you write are so visual and tactile I could almost feel the water. I also appreciate the subject of your poem knowing it was his time to go. Death is never an easy topic on which to comment, I thought your poem was reflective and respectful. H🌷
30th Jun 2021 5:52pm
Thank you, Honoria.
My father was ready when his time came.
Thank you for your thoughtful comments.
My father was ready when his time came.
Thank you for your thoughtful comments.
