When the Hallowe’en Poetry Contest arrived once more, I was stuck for ideas, having done it for the last 4 years. I needed inspiration.
I didn’t want to go down the ‘isn’t it a fun holiday’ route because I don’t think it is. It’s All Hallows Eve, the night before All Saints’ Day when the Christian Church celebrates all the saints who have died before.
It’s also Samhain, when the pre-Christian religion celebrated their ancestors and welcomed them into their homes.
My father died when I was very small. I only have a few vague memories of him, and so I decided to write a poem thinking of him, and, if the pre-Christians are right, he would come to visit me every year.
I hope you enjoy this. I know it’s a bit late for Hallowe’en, but never mind!
I didn’t want to go.
I left my wife and daughter so
I could no longer see
All their future without me.
That each All Hallows Eve,
I could return—I need not grieve.
To them each Hallowe’en.
They do not know. I am not seen.
And I surround them both
With all my love which I’m not loath
Here ends my tale.
I will be filled with endless glee
When they come to dwell with me
Beyond the veil.