My dad's last poem

My dad's last poem,
written in his final days,
as he was passing away from cancer,
at the age of 92.

The Joy of Living​

The fragrance of a fruit​

Ripe and ready to eat​

The crunch of an apple​

Between the teeth​

Juices flowing freely​

The first breath of air​

At early morn​

The last sip of morning brew​

The goodness of living another day​

To say Bonjour​

To the joy of living​

~ Dr. Joe ~​

 

Amazing!! Iam out of words really

 

this is such an upbeat poem - short and sweet.. i love it!!

 

In no way do I mean any offense,

quite simply, the magic of the passing.
God Bless.
Peace.