Visited with Daddy
One more time before
He died.
Before I left the room
I asked if there was anything
He wanted.
I was shocked to hear:
'Feed my Sheep.'
My friend who was closer
To Dad heard:
'Clean my teeth.'
Not quite the same as Camus'
Deathbed announcement.
Daddy died with an existential smile.
Francie Lynch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feed-my-sheep-2/
