Poetry

When the light dims from my eyes
there will be no fatherly hand
to hold on to mine
 
to feel the last pulse
of life beating
while the darkness claims me
 
and when I disappear from life,
glide into death
You are the Father
that I find on the other side.
 
[References:  “Erato” by Anyte.  Laaste (Last) by Riana Scheepers.]