I sit alone. <br />Wondering what went wrong. <br />I was talking about my plans for the future. <br />I could not understand. <br />So cold were his face and hands. <br />I ask my God why? <br />Silence was his reply. <br />Another loss, I have gained. <br />I held my chest to stop the pain. <br />My God! Now, my Father? <br />So, innocent and young. <br />I held his hand close to my heart, <br />this was how my mourning started. <br />I love you mom and dad, you are in good hands. <br />No more harm or pain from me. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(This poem is about what I felt when my father died, and I was beside the deathbed holding his hand)<br /><br />Mahfooz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-purple-b-you-are-in-good-hands-a-grieving/
