A sad, solomn event,
The widow, dressed in veleveteen,
despite the warmth and sun,
Clinging for support:
Searching for any anchor now that hers
has gone adrift.
A son, the image of his father,
struggles to stand strong,
as tears run down his cheeks.
And the daughter,
Daddy's little girl, despite having one of her own,
weeps heartbroken on her husbands shoulder,
Unable to believe that the man,
who first taught her about love has truely left her.
The echoes of sobs and choked breaths echo
through the chapel as homage is paid to a man
who loved nature and his family.
But in the cloak of death they forgot.
They forgot to honor his love of life;
His ability to make those around him smile with a few words;
His willingness to help and toil for others-
always pleased with what his hands had wrought.
They forgot the joy that the simplest pleasure of life brought him.
Looking into the casket, at skin to long cold,
they forgot thr vibrancy of his presence.
Amid the tears and heartache, they never even noticed
how befitting the day for his final farewells-
the new-sprung grass a blinding green in brilliant sunlight;
The breeze just cool enough to take away the sting of heat;
The water gently bumbling along in the nearby creek as nature sings its joyful goodbye.
The wretchedness of mourning, eclipsed the joy of his life and
The strong oak became the weeping willow,
flowing over the casket, unable to depart from
his soulless body for the final time.
Salt-laden tears nourished the earth
As it awaits a time when joy will again eclipse sorrow.