Farewell, Gaston

My uncle, Gaston,
mum's older brother,
died whilst I cradled him
in the crook of me arms.

He lay there bliss-filled
Faint lustre of his boyhood charms.

It was a waiting game
and he was hanging on.
He held back the Ripper's blade,
Unmindful that he'd had it made.

I whispered in his ear
About the good times,
our common dreams:
how it was okay to let go;
to forgive & be forgiven.

Then off he floated, by candle's glow;
like the silent flutter of wispy snow.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: It was the most curious & intimate experience to have someone die in your arms. Some experimental and unorthodox construction devices. So don't even go there. Thanks.

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

Comments

Linda Moses

12 years 5 months ago

Had the

same experience with my mother when she passed away. She did not die alone.l
. Nice write. Linda

Frederick Kesner

12 years 5 months ago

Thank you Linda

It's quite a unique experience indeed. You are most appreciated.

Ian.T

12 years 5 months ago

A beautiful transition of a person to the other world, and for you to hold, then let go with Gaston must have made it a lovely experience.
I watched my Brother in law, who we looked after, pass with such grace.
We went to the hospital to visit as it was a daily thing and someone was there all the time at the end.
We entered the room and Anne went up to him and gave him a kiss as normal and gave him all the love from the family that could not come to England and then she said "And know that I love you" to him, He replied
"I love you too" and he left so quietly that it was a moment or two before anyone realised he had left.. It was beautiful to be a part of such a thing.
We have a remembrance site for him on the net and always light a candle for him on the Anniversaries of his B/D and passing, as we do for the many that have travelled on..
We have so many over there as you would expect what with being 70 it doesn't get easier does it,
Yours Ian.T