<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I whish I were there<br>to hold my father’s hand<br>when the last power of life<br>went through him, when he struggled for words, <br>but couldn’t talk<br>and every breath was like his last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I now see myself sitting at his bed, <br>wiping the sweat from his head, <br>adjusting the bed more comfortable<br>but am I am already older than him<br>and when I was only three <br>and he died, I could not say: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that I am forever his child<br>and that I still love him defencelessly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397829" data-title="Death bed de Gert Strydom" data-description="I whish I were there to hold my father’s hand when the last power of life went through him, when he struggled for words, but couldn’t talk and every breath was like his last. I now see myself sitting at his bed, wiping the sweat from his he..."></div> </div> </div>

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