Sunday, February 01, 2009

Playing in the poetry wing.

In memory of

In that moment when time stops,what will remain..of me?
Giggles of silliness mixed gently with a wanderlust never quite settled.
A man who also traveled, together as one.
Regrets? None.
Lived, loved, won, lost.
Son's, grandchildren, life well lived.
Yet in spirit, maybe?
With new eyes awakening. A gentle hand beckons for me to come in.
Heavenly party about to begin.
As a butterfly glides by, may those who knew me...shed no tear,
just smile.

1 comment:

Chris Eldin said...

That's very beautiful, but also very sad.