Hallowed Ground
I think of this now as hallowed ground.
The bed on which my father was found.
I cannot sleep next to my mother anymore,
the way I used to do before.
My father lied here in death,
it was where he enjoyed his last long breath
and I think of it now as hallowed ground
and I can't sleep here, I won't sleep sound
My sweet father died right next to Mom
and we all cried although we held vigil
all through the night.
Still the time is never right,
one is never prepared
to lose the man who was your flesh and blood
and whatever he had, he shared.
Rest in Peace, Daddy
1912-2006
by Donna Lee Copman
The bed on which my father was found.
I cannot sleep next to my mother anymore,
the way I used to do before.
My father lied here in death,
it was where he enjoyed his last long breath
and I think of it now as hallowed ground
and I can't sleep here, I won't sleep sound
My sweet father died right next to Mom
and we all cried although we held vigil
all through the night.
Still the time is never right,
one is never prepared
to lose the man who was your flesh and blood
and whatever he had, he shared.
Rest in Peace, Daddy
1912-2006
by Donna Lee Copman
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