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Life's Lessons
Poetry by Chantaclair
---<--{© Marsha (Chantaclair Rose) Steed '01

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Life's last lessons

Dad was a good man. 
Not perfect, 
who amongst us 
is? 

It has been 
over six years, 
and his greatest lessons 
to me 
were in 
that last week 
before 
he passed on. 
 

In it 
he showed me in a smile, 
what it meant to say 
the word 
'family'. 

He taught me in a whisper 
what depth 
the word, 
'gratitude' 
held within. 

He pulled me close 
and made me remember 
what 'need' was, 
and 
a glance 
of his tear glistening eyes 
reminded me 
both 
of the definition of 'pain', 
and of 
'peace' 
simulantiously.

His lessons were not spoken
not really
they were delicately subtle
and in that
intrinsically
poignant. 

Thank you dad. 
for teaching me
by your death
how to live. 

Marsha, your little girl. 


---© 1/01 M Rose Steed

 

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