No Waiting – my dad’s last day(s)

On Friday, last, I called my dad To speak with me, he seemed quite glad We talked a bit, ‘bout this and that He even asked about our cat

After Bible reading was done He sent his love to everyone I commented he’d had a shave And later parted with a wave

On Sat a.m. I got a call But not to say he’d had a fall Rather to give me the sad news He’d gone for his eternal snooze!

He’d been ok when first woken But as a little they’d spoken His breathing started to go slow It wasn’t right, it was shallow

They rang to ask someone to aid But were too late – no difference made And thus it was he breathed his last All pain for him now in the past

From his body he’s found release And now can rest in perfect peace Unlike, with mum, there was no wait As dad preferred not to be late

I didn’t get a last goodbye So quickly came his time to die In life, he acted on the spur And his death, with this, did concur

He didn’t linger on and on But to his maker soon was gone Maybe he knew his time had come And that he could re-join my mum