Broken Hearted

shallow breathing

from a corpse like body

sleeping like a new born babe

yet no stirring did he make

his sleep was more than deep

his body thin and fragile

weary from the war from the battle

this soldier was ready to surrender

Six pairs of eyes watched and listened

a whispering of prayers and

a fumbling of rosary beads

muffled sounds of tears

as his body turned cold

he was unaware of who was there

he was blessed to have fallen asleep

the death knell sound was heard

the room became silent

time of day noted his body taken

the bed empty my Dad

had departed and I

I was broken hearted.