Elegy

Day 24 :



                                    Father My Father



Father , my father

I never saw you flinch in the hour of death

No words can describe your bravery

It was the first time I saw you kiss my mother on the forehead

There was a finality about it

Then each of your children

You could hear the rebels at the gate

But you turned to face the heavy guns

In a flurry of shattering glass and flying mortar

Thud ! Thud ! Thud !



Now that I stand near your grave

There is no epithet to say how brave

Nor a mention of your love and charisma

Only a wide area marked as maybe a grave

In our hearts you live on forever as brave

Father , my father



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