Poem to my Dad

Emma Beverage

11/22/82

They left him there
Like an empty shell
An empty shell - silent - still

They left him there
So we could stare
So we could stare
At this hollow shell

It looked like my dad
Had gone to sleep
Sleep, sleep, eternal sleep
Sleep that made my family weep

And as I stared, this thought grew
Thoughts would never - again pass through
My daddy’s head
My daddy was dead

Someone had come to steal his soul
I heard his footsteps shuffling - slow
I heard his footsteps - When they took his soul.