The Measure of Life

The Measure of Life

Several years have passed, an eternity, missing him.
I was not ready to say goodbye.
To look into those smiling, peaceful eyes and agree to letting go.

Some days my grief still darkens the hour.

Making sense of death, what purpose did he serve in life?
It was not the gifts of wealth or possessions.

“You can’t take it with you.” He said.
“We are rich in family and love, not in money.” He said.

I still think about what really matters after death?
We sprout leaves of possibilities on the vine of life, nourished, we bear a bounty of fruit.
Yet so many go unloved, withered expectations, fading hope.
I was nurtured, and take strength in my longing.

Could it be, love is the measure of a man?

My Father, gave more than most.

Comforted in the thought, his spirit is free.
Free of the ravages of cancer.
Free to dwell in our treasured memories.

I thank him completely.
A father, who gave us the best gift of all,

His heart.

About Minuscule Moments

Everybody has a DREAM. Today is the first day of the rest of my writing life. Its a lonely world out there when you are learning the craft. This year, as the same as last year, I want to finish my first children's picture book. I have learn't many wonderful lessons on this journey. You are never too old to learn.
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2 Responses to The Measure of Life

  1. raymondhaakonsen says:

    Beautiful Poem Kath…I lost my Dad way back in 1994 (Im now 57) but really believe your poem is a great tribute to your Dad and what Dad’s should be striving to leave for our kids. We cant take anything with us but can certainly leave a wealth of “us” for our kids. Thanks for sharing

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