POETRY

                                                                                                   It makes no difference the time has passed.

                                                                                                   His life had ended way too fast.

                                                                                                   The breath slipped by was his last.

 

                                                                                                    Last rites performed, ended most curt.

                                                                                                    She watched as they covered him over with dirt.

                                                                                                    Her eyes mirroring the pain and the hurt.

 

                                                                                                    Goodbye dear child, we'll meet again,

                                                                                                     in a world without sorrow and pain,

                                                                                                     when your soul's cleaned by Heaven's sweet rain!