Gabe’s Ghost…
has haunted him so many
decades,
it’s grown grey whiskers
Casper the unfriendly ghost,
creeps into Gabe’s heart
in the black of midnight,
and reflects off his soul
by the sunrays of noon.
Time’s made the ghosts’ boos,
echo louder and spookier...
Gabe tells himself it wasn’t
his fault.
He had his wife and child to
think of.
Despite his father’s tearful
pleas,
dad couldn’t move in with
him.
He ‘had’ to send dad to a
nursing home.
Those youthful thoughts are
haunting shadows,
now Gabe’s child’s grown up,
and told him to stop sobbing:
Gabe Junior’s career and love
life come first:
Gabe Senior has to enter a
nursing home.
Richard Sponaugle was born
4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason University.
A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.
Dear Richard,
ReplyDeleteI sense a certain pathos in this poem as it looks back at would might have been.
You have blessed me with a work that touches me where I live.
Thank you,
Michael
Richard,
ReplyDeleteI like this. Nice imagery.
Your friend,
David Fox
WOW, how poignant! Your well written poem tugs at my heart strings. It saddens me to think of what is the norm for many adult children. Just send them off to a nursing home because it is easier than taking care of mom or dad. I realize sometimes it is necessary but oh so sad if not need be.
ReplyDeleteCharlene
Hi Richard, I liked Gabes Ghost. Great imaginary well told story. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYancy
Thank you, all, for your wonderful comments on Rick's poem. I will send them to him. Rick, thank you for continuing to share your insightful poetry with us.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Karen