A FINAL EMBRACE

A FINAL EMBRACE

He seated himself
in his favourite chair
by the window,
coffee-cup quivering,
in quivering hand,
staring inward
towards thoughts,
he once believed in,
lost, in the rat-race
of a time-devouring
existence.
Stretching taut,
taut resources,
incalculable demands.
Straining leash to goals
he had never set
for himself.
Running against time,
it's dark swiftness
fleeing youth,
clouding sight and
reason,
wheezing past,
numbered,
parchment-breaths
caged within his
frail, asthmatic chest
where his heart beat
much trepidation
and little resource,
marking time, where
once his dreams
laid bare...HOPE...
of following a path
that would take him
to that place
within himself,
where he could find
HIS reason, to BE...

He lifted himself
out of his reverie,
his easy-chair, and
uneasy existence,
wrote a letter, in
cuneiform hand, to
his estranged son,
HIS reason, to BE...
A Final Embrace.

Story ID:	3063
Written by:	Sabina Benjamin Thomas (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Anywhere Anyplace
Year:	2007
Person:	A Father