His heart seemed to palpitate, regretfully,
Just to hear that one voice, that would make his day
And let him die peacefully…
It was his birthday today,
He couldn’t decide if he should be happy or sad,
He thought about the last eighty years as he lay
He had lived his life in repentance.
He wondered if his son remembered,
Not having spoken to his kin proved to be a bitter sentence
All that he wanted was forgiveness,
For the deeds that appeared justified then,
But now had transformed his life into a living mess
Something told him, that his wish would be granted,
His conscience pricked the fatuous desire,
He wanted to believe that thought, but it fainted
He didn’t let the tears spoil the postcard, the last one
His son had sent, countless years back.
He lay there, feeling numb and lone
He faintly heard the shrill sound of the phone,
And his cold fingers slowly gripped the receiver as he lay,
His heart thumped hearing the voice’s tone.
God had displayed his benign grace
And fulfilled his last wish
A smile spread across his wrinkled face
But he did not respond, not a word he said,
His heart’s last temptation had been satisfied
He lay, as if cold and dead…
Not for reproduction.