Goodnight To You

December marks,
A year that lapsed,
Since I got the call,
That you had collapsed.

Alone at home,
I sat on the floor,
And thought about the night before.

I do not regret what was said,
But I do regret not saying more,

As the next time I would see your face,
Would be in stillness,
At the morgue.

You cannot hear,
These words of mine,
For they are earthly,
And you – divine.

I will not ask God,
To relay my lines,
As there is no resolve,
For bided time.

Instead, I'll be glad,
For the exchanges we had,
For all the good,
And even the bad.

If time were charitable,
And reversed it's tracks,
Allowing me a pathway;
A way to go back,
That evening I would say,
Goodnight to you, Dad.

About this poem

Last year, on the 11th of December, my father passed away unexpectedly. Between us, there was no vitriol. However, the night before, I was preoccupied so I did not see him. I regret going to sleep without greeting him – just that one last time. I understand that there is no way to go back and no way for my words to reach him. Still, if time was charitable, I would simply wish to say goodnight. I hope you enjoy this poem.

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Written on December 12, 2022

Submitted by A_Mellowed_Mind on December 12, 2022

Modified on March 21, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 687
Words 170
Stanzas 8
Stanza Lengths 4, 3, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 6

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  • tanyas.74554
    What you wrote was beautiful, and it touched my heart. I almost gave you my first vote, but there were lots of good entries this time around. It was a difficult decision to make.
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  • Corsairpilot47
    The poem takes me back to when i lost my mother. It was a loss i will never recover from. The feelings are so close to my heart. I wasn't there when my Mother passed, but she was in my heart always.
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