NOTHING’S CHANGED
When my dad was close to death,I watched to be inspired—
The moment when his life was gone, the moment he expired.
I expected something awesome,not really knowing what.
Just something to be different;something leaving me awestruck.
But nothing seemed to happen; he stopped breathing and he died.
The seconds ticked upon the clock; warm sun still shone outside;
I didn't feel his spirit, the room was just the same;
They dressed the body, wheeled it out, the emptiness—it came.
Something should have happened—not dramatic ghosts or howls,
But the fading of his life should have been recorded there somehow.
I was angry that his soul had left, without a fond farewell;
I should have sensed his presence leave; at least I’d know all’s well.
Nothing changed within the room, the day went on as if
Nothing had really happened there- nothing was amiss.
Course, if he could have planned the thing, it’s exactly how he’d go;
Get me out and on my way; I've got lots to see and do……
And I guess the fact that life goes on, should not be a surprise;
The only time that time will stop, is in each other’s eyes.
The only thing that changed that day was the emptiness that fell.
One part of heaven left us to a tiny part of hell.
Something has to change when such a person leaves this earth’
All of his work, efforts and dreams; accomplishments from birth;
I do, however, notice that I develop my ideas more.
I push drawers in, when they are out; which never bothered me before….
I’m more patient with restaurant smokers; I've begun to paint again,
I’m even writing poetry, as if my emotions found a friend.
Nothing changed upon his death, except he isn't there to see.
I wonder where his spirit went, cause nothing changed....’cept me.
by D.K.Walker
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