His Last Farewell Slowly I sank into that old feather bed, Only to awaken with the dead. Bolting upright I shouted with fright, Calling his name into the night. I did not know what had taken place, Just remembered the look upon his face. Thousands of miles away from home, A look of terror and all alone. We flew home early that summer long ago, Mom met us at the plane with heart so low. Found out why I had seen Dad so clear, And understood the truth in my fear. He was gone forever into the sea, And would never again fix my scraped knee. His body they have never found, Deep below the surface he did drown. We never placed him in a grave, But I will always remember his final wave. My dad is gone and that is sad, But he said goodbye, and for that I am glad. by Abram H. Hall ã Copyright 2001 HOME