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Executioner With A Conscience

so far
yet so much further
than I can reach
to smell your
comforting smell
the presence which
devoted so many years
to the way I am now
and here I am
without your comforting smell
a smell which meant so much
to me as a child of yours
so far
yet so much further
than I can reach
to lose myself
in your comforting
and loving smell
how much I love you
and  each day my love
searches for the arrival
of your unique smell
then I awaken from
my nightly dream
in which I realise
you died in 2001
and I was the one
who gave the nod
to the doctors
to send you on your way
far away

— Lenny of Cohen, Nov 30, 2007

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Calliope

18 years 6 months ago

Powerful Emotion

I can relate .My father died as well and I still catch a whiff of his smell from time to time.This piece really touched close to home and I thought it was lovely. Lacy, Where power corrupts,poetry cleanses.
JB

Jillian Botha

18 years 6 months ago

This touched my heart!

Hi Lenny Whenever we lose a loved one it is never easy but to have that familiar scent around is really a comfort, just a reminder of that loved one's presence reaching out to us and letting us know that they have moved on, but will always remain a part of us..... This is a brave write. and it really touched my heart. Thank you for sharing it with us! Kind regards Feebie Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
P

purplemoondoll

18 years 6 months ago

Welcome Back. :-)

Wow Lenny this is so powerful - it grabbed me and I can relate to this very well. It reminds me of my father. When his last hours loomed the doctors asked if they could increase his morphone doses to ease his passing - I know it also quickened it. When he died, I swore I could sense his presence and his aftershave for months. It could have been wishful thinking, I don't know. Awesome writing my friend and welcome back! Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.
LC

Lenny of Cohen

18 years 6 months ago

I miss

my Dads wonderful smile, and the way he idolised my daughter Becky; to see such love in his eyes made me so humble. I have written another poem about my Dad, which I read out in performance. Dad fought against lung cancer and prostrate cancer, and he is my inspiration in my ongoing battles with my failing vehicle of a body (it wouldn't pass an MOT !!!). Thanks for all of the comments, they have been very kind. Lenny