Sonnet: The Day, Our Daddy Died

This day, our loving father passed away; My elder doctor sister was with me; We knew his end was coming anyway; We could not save his life - a great pity! Throughout the month of May, he was quite ill; His lung infection spread onto the next; He'd crossed the eighty-years' mark on life's hill; This morning, we were calm but bit perplexed. We saw his lungs were failing very fast; Death lay its icy hands upon his frame; He was afree of sufferings, oh, at last! And soon, he breathed his last and end thus came. We doctors helplessly had tried in vain; Our mother sat with tears and heart in pain. "May his soul, rest in peace in Jesus Lord! " Dedicated to (late) Shri.A.T.Antoniswami M.A.L.T., CBE By all his loving children and grand-children Copyright by Dr John Celes 05-06-2017