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Monday, March 16, 2009

If Only Love Were A Cure

For my father George, 29 January, 1938 – 14 March, 2009

God bless, Dad

I closed the lids
Over faraway eyes of pale blue
Your skin now so cold to the touch

The taste of your lips
Was on mine –
Second-hand air blown
Into unwilling lungs

I know that you waited
For me to come home
Before you’d be lured
On the last journey of all

And I love you for that
My dear father –
If only love were a cure
You would know

I kissed your forehead
And said good-bye
I promised to see you again
And decided
That while this would haunt me forever
I’ll remember instead
All the good times

If only love were a cure
You’d still be here
Lighting us up with your charm

If only love were a cure
We’d not now be grieving
The loss of a beautiful man

posted by Kirk at 6:13 am  

3 Comments »

  1. Kirk,

    I was truly sorry to hear about your Dad. I had the pleasure of meeting him and throwing a few back with him on the top deck of Galbally and what impressed me most, was not just the closeness of “father and son” but a true friendship of men that I felt between the two of you.

    It’s always easy for “others” to say things like, “well he had a great life” or “now he’s at a better place” but those are just meant as comforting words. Zeny and I feel your loss and are saddened that George won’t be there in person to cheer on the Hotspurs but more important to encourage his grand daughters and especially his son and friend The Kaptain. I know your friends cannot replace your father as your Number ONE fan, but we will certainly be there with you to try and fill some of the loss.

    And George, even though it’s only 9:00 a.m. I will now proceed to my modest bar near the kitchen and toast you one more time with a well filled glass of Johnny Walker Blue! Zvi

    Comment by zvi — March 16, 2009 @ 8:42 pm

  2. My thoughts are with you and your family for the loss of a very special man

    Comment by BBG — March 17, 2009 @ 1:30 am

  3. Kirk,
    I am so glad that I found your poem, I have been looking for it. The last eleven days have all been from hell. everyone that I know who have known George have expressed thier deep genuine sadness and shock. Everyone I know also speaks of the very deep bond that you enjoyed with your Father, it is a bond that has always been there, and always will be there. Up until today there have been fifty five cards delivered to Suffolk, Also twenty plus flower arrangements, and litterally hundreds of phone calls from all over the world, everyone is in shock, and everyone is missing a truley wonderful, Gentle Man. I personally Loved and Respected George so much , I seem to have lost one of my guiding lights, and I started out with only a very few of those, he always made so much sense. I will close now, but I just need to tell you that, I feel for you so much, Doris is as you know, beside herself with grief, as all the Family are, we just cant come to terms with what has happened.
    Much Love And Kind Regards, Chris.

    Comment by Chris — March 24, 2009 @ 4:27 pm

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