It Will
Pity you couldn’t stay
You could’ve had me for a song
But of course you couldn’t stay
You couldn’t be away for so long
Your sister was nigh passing
A transition to a better place
You were there to hold her hand
You were there to stroke her face
To tell her don’t be afraid
To tell her everything’s okay
And you’ll be there so soon
And it’ll be a better day
Funeral home-bitter tears-cremation
Death’s clean industry will never end
You did your hard, honored part
Your Love and Spirit did well attend
Grieve, all should and will now
Love will take her keen shrouded bow
Hold onto the memories small and pale
You walk the path of an old, holy trail
Please, don’t be afraid
Please know everything’s okay
And all will be whole soon
And it’s already a better day
Posted on November 23, 2015, in Poem and tagged caregivers, cremation, death, dying, faith, familial devotion, funeral hoome, funeral industry, future, hope, love, memories, resilience, sisterly love, spirit, tears, transition. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
Kitt