Whispered Words
by Michael Doyle

Your whispered words,
I questioned why.
When I listened closely,
They sounded like goodbye.

You hardly had time to live,
Let alone time to die.
At your graveside,
All I could do was wonder why.

In my eyes,
You had been such a beautiful child.
I say prayers to God's silent replies,
And I'll remember you by flowers growing wild.

I had a daughter once,
I hung my head as I quietly said.
And still this day, I remember her,
Though her love has grown cold and dead.

Life without you - 
Hell could be no colder place.
I still don't know why.
I wake each day absent your embrace.

To go on with my life
As though a lion unvanquishable,
Sometimes it feels more than I can bear.
Still, I awake, as if I am unconquerable.

As your father,
I remember you as the beautiful daisy
That you brought to me one day.
Your thought was to please me. 

There are lessons to be learned
From a penguin's prose.
Somehow poetically discerned
Whenever the summer breeze blows.

It reminds me of your name,
As I hear it whisper on by.
It's a picture out of frame.
All I can do is wonder why.

There was something kind
In the inroads of your touch.
The memories you've left behind
Are sometimes a bit too much. 

(c) August 7, 2025   Michael Doyle
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