hi yall well my name is jonny and im knew here so i am posting my first poem. tell me what you guys think. i wrote it right after the death of my uncle so i dedicate this sonnet to him:
For Them
With eyes closed, he lay there on his death bed.
His hands weak, cold. His face thin and pale.
With my knees feeble and heart full of dread,
I gripped his hand, but his hold was frail.
In the eyes of his child I saw tears,
This shattered by already broken heart.
His fathers death surpassed his greatest fears.
He refused to see his father’s depart.
But never in front of his children’s sight,
Never would he show them that he was weak.
For them, never would he give up the fight,
But he lost, and the future was so bleak.
He loved them more than anyone could say,
And for them, he held on ‘til his last day.
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