His final breath
Poem by: RJohnson
On one terrifying day in Vietnam my friend was shot.
Most people would've been afraid to die but he was not.
I held him as he took his final breath.
It broke my heart to witness his death.
Before he died, he asked me to look after his wife and kids.
When I came home, that's exactly what I did.
I've given his family moral support over the years.
I've comforted them every time they've shed their tears.
I'm not sure if a broken heart can ever fully mend.
They lost a great father and husband and I lost my best friend.
© Copyright 2017 RJohnson. All rights reserved.
Comments
this is fantastic.!!! love it.
Emotions are flying. Ooh
Heartbreak
Sadly enough this is probably my favorite of your poems. Both content and the way you executed your story and feelings. Great Job Regards Hopefulpengram.
Beautiful.. Beautiful....Beautiful!
I LOVE IT! Nice job! Chao, Kawaii~Sama
Umang