Cold Clay Heart Poem by John F. McCullagh

Cold Clay Heart



Look at you in your best blue suit.
Look at you in your power tie.
They've given us this last moment all alone,
a final chance to say goodbye.
When last we spoke I had no time.
I was busy on the phone.
I hurried you off to your bed
Where, as Fate had it, you died alone.
You were kind of heart and wise.
I am the child of your old age.
I chide myself for being brusque
just as you exited the stage.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,
one of omission on my part.
Death has stolen the warmth of Love away
And left you with a cold clay heart.

Saturday, June 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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