Standing over his hard corpse

My eyes tear, full of remorse.

People tell me 'sorry, but it was his time'

They don't understand that he was mine.

Funeral is tomorrow

A day surely to be filled with sorrow.

Cards of sympathy

Overflow my porch boundary.

Memories pull me through

Athough sometimes I don't want to move.

Just in the blink of an eye

He has suddenly died.

I take a rose from his casket

I place it in my special basket.

I kill his flowered bouquet

Atop his body's decay.

My farewell

As he leaves Earth's hotel.

He enters God's everlasting home

A beautiful and permanent dome.

I open my eyes

as I realize

He is reunited with his loe

In heaven, way up above.

Although I miss him

I gain a whim

Of longing and desire

For him to walk the tightrope

From Earth's shadows

Into God's bright outflows.

As I stand here crying

Inside I am bathing.

In happiness

For he is now forever ageless.