For Harry by Carol Naylor

Anne, Harry and grandson, David.
 
A year of dread, suffering inevitability
Of loss, someone we all treasured. You dad.
Husband, father, grandfather, multi-faceted padre.
Too harsh a sentence and too little time
As fragile egos broke through emotional strain. The truth
Dawned, reality, your light fading
Shaken and thwarted by insecurities of life.
We experienced your suffering,
Watched you pitifully declining, slipping away
From the endless love of your family.
 
The hardest part was saying goodbye, God bless, adios.
United in our grief, fondness of heart,
We will treasure the memories and celebrate your life
Of achievement, a wealth of delight.
 
Newcastle University Graduation. 1976.
 
 
Harry Naylor fell asleep on the 21st February 2006 after he lost his battle with cancer.
 
 
COPYRIGHT 2013. Permission must be obtained from the author before using this poem.

Comments

  1. janice mcdermott12 April 2013 at 15:48

    A wonderful tribute to your dad. He was a lovely person. Jan x

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  2. Carol Naylor16 April 2013 at 11:31

    Thank you, Janice. I read it at his funeral.

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  3. Joy Lennick1 November 2018 at 08:22

    Heart-tending to remember your Dad in that way, Carol. We should all appreciate our parents. I know that I did. xx

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  4. Carol Naylor1 November 2018 at 08:38

    12 years ago although it seems like yesterday. Thanks for reading it.

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