The coldness of death a long-lasting rest,
Leaving with nothing
But waits for the best,
Nakedness in its last form.

A tenderness in the eyes,
Contours of wisdom etched in the flesh.
A generation of love soon to end,
On their ageing weak bodies no longer to depend.

A house made into a home
once was but now not alone
a life blessing in the form of new life.
Though joy they may bring
Still lives filled with strife
The home here is rife with love
Due to the time of a husband
The work of a son,
The care of a daughter,
And the faith of a wife.

At first sight a feeling of disdain
ends up with a kiss in the rain.

New friendships formed on a seemingly life-long journey.
Much was learned, much forgot.
Those that make impressions will still be part of the plot.

Her heart beats in your ears as you drift off to sleep.
Weightless in her arms.
Not a sound, not a peep.

The coldness of light when it first hits the eyes,
Coming with nothing
A bittersweet surprise,
Nakedness in its first form.