The Death of a Father, my Father, by Melissa Fry Beasley

The Death of a Father, my Father, by Melissa Fry Beasley

The Death of a Father, my Father, by Melissa Fry Beasley… Who can write the appropriate commentary to go with loss and suffering? With this poem, Melissa try to open her heart and to speak with other suffering hearts. Who don’t have one?


by Philippe de Champaigne

Signed For Him

A half opened grave

is like watching people

through windows &

recalling the words

they never spoke.

Pulling at a thread

unraveling it all,

while everyone is busy

with their dying

and any sounds

a mouth might make.

When I signed for his ashes,

they gave him into my hands.

A life measured from the depth

of need or fear, hungry and circling

like crows.

View Comments (4)
  • Megan

    So sorry. Thanks Melissa for this poem. I have similar feelings. I understand you.

  • Sorry Megan!

  • Life and death. Difficult words. Thanks Melissa for this poem.

  • Thank you very much for your responses.


Melissa Fry Beasley is a Humanistic poet of Cherokee origin, who resides in Oklahoma . Through the written and spoken word, she examines the gap between the ideal and the reality involved in living in the world during this time. Her work is both personal and subjective, yet she does not turn aside from the political and social issues of her environment. She is a woman who seeks to express her individual perspective and needs while accepting the diversity involved in questions of gender, race and culture. Melissa believes that change is necessary and deploys her writing to reflect her personal experience in the wider social and political context. You can find her work in print and online in Indian Country Today Media Network, Native News Today, The Native American Encyclopedia, FirstPeople.Us, Working Effectively With Aboriginal People, Churn Magazine, Big River Poetry Review, Enhance Magazine, A&U Magazine, and many others. She has two chapbooks forthcoming. " When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator." Mahatma Gandhi " They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then that we will see the rising of the moon." Bobby Sands

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