Peace is nought to do with silence you know?
I remember my Grandfather;
his papery face crumpling into a satisified smile,
his work-worn and baggy body,
sagged into the comfort of his favorite chair.
Memories of my own childhood replaying,
as an entourage of clambering, squealing,
crying, laughing, love-hungry pups,
of generations skipped,
crowded noisily around him.
The peace he felt shone through
from his very soul,
and resounded in all our lives.
Silence has nought to do with peace.
Our lives were in turmoil when they told us Grandfather was at peace.
How we wailed, and cried, and screamed in our heads,
as our silence echoed around the pews.
Our hearts pounded,
as our tears choked and threatened to break.
Our aged, friendly giant,
finally grounded to rest.