The Night My Father Died
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jerry hughes
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Quietly his body sagged
and like a distant star,
blipped out.
There was no organ peal
or host of seraphim to mark
his passing.
The closing of a screen
with little reverence was,
the final act.
So ended a life tinged
with sadness and regret yet,
glorious in defeat.
Though many years have passed
I vividly recall;
The night my father died.
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