The final good-bye,
They could not have predicted.
Her grief was only slightly premature,
As she continued willing life into the lifeless.
Vainly hoping he’d pull through,
That the wounds weren’t all that bad.
But as the blood blanketed more of her hands,
She realized she was losing her dad.
She spoke offerings of absolution,
From the harm he had caused.
Making sure he knew she loved him,
Despite his errors and flaws.
She can’t be sure he heard her.
If he understood the love in her expressed sentiments.
But she swears she saw peace arrive,
As she witnessed his struggle’s end.