THE DAY MEN WALKED UPON THE MOON


  The day men walked upon the moon

                                                  my father died,

            attended kindly by an unloved wife

            who, for charity in the face of death,

                              briefly suspended

                                         the bitterness brewed of life.

 

            Dry-eyed we watched the television;

            flickering pictures from outer space

                                                            made history.

          But behind my eyes on a white pillow

           was only my father’s yellowed face.

 

           Death, like love, in our family

                               is decently disposed of

                                        without undue commotion.

          Tears were shamed to silence long ago.

           There is no superfluous emotion.

 

© Daffni 2020
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Ifyouplease

excellent poem, glad I saw another member reading it and decided to read it too!

TheRecluse

A well-penned poem of sad memories, forever fastened to a world event as often is the case. A difficult read reflecting the reality you experienced at the time. The layout too, helps give deeper thought to the messaging.

Bhi

This is a well crafted poem which conveys a raft of meanings and roots that coloured and continue to colour your lives. I trust that since love has made a hell of a commotion in your life.

regards

B

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