M's Poetry
Table In The Sun
He spoke to me so softly
that night he told me he was dying
I barely registered the words
I wish I could have held him
to express what I couldn't say
but he understood without words
and he said one day
you will look out your window
and realize I was sitting here along
in that table in the sun
A few years ago he passed quietly in that hospital bed
the day before his death
I visited him
hooked up to machines, body falling him
but he still had that smile
the one that captured every room
and I looked into his eyes
a tear slowly ran down his cheek
he said my table is ready
until another time....goodbye my dear
please don't weep
I will save you a seat
in that table in the sun.
2006@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
that night he told me he was dying
I barely registered the words
I wish I could have held him
to express what I couldn't say
but he understood without words
and he said one day
you will look out your window
and realize I was sitting here along
in that table in the sun
A few years ago he passed quietly in that hospital bed
the day before his death
I visited him
hooked up to machines, body falling him
but he still had that smile
the one that captured every room
and I looked into his eyes
a tear slowly ran down his cheek
he said my table is ready
until another time....goodbye my dear
please don't weep
I will save you a seat
in that table in the sun.
2006@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
