Memoryo Father Poem by me poet yeps poet

(THREE IN ONE)
MEMORY

Love of a father of his child and mother
hard earned wages stuck in paper pages
He toiled they soiled he loved gave warmth
they thought was his duty

but as years passed by
rains came there was no umbrella
he bent over his young ones
covered them with his coat
let himself remain in a wet moat

still none realized the doings in silence
of that wise lovely man

One day the kids woke
found the house unusually cold
there was no fire lit no coal no smoke

where did father go heaven knows
he never woke

then as ages passed
all aghast they remember him daily to this day
why and where did father go away none could say

he was incinerated straight away
Glory was interred with his bones all felt sorry
pop went off all alone
to the machinations of this world
unknown