Bent he stood waiting... watching
Looking for the breath that would be her last
Death had his smile ready
For he knew it would be soon

Slowly, quietly she faded  
Family and friends looked away
As they paid their final respects
Peace at last for the pain was over

So in he reached for her soul and its wings
It was his turn now
His role to lead the once frail hand  
To the place of her chosen path

His smile brought her smile
His role was much liked as he remembered
His first time so so long ago
His first journey be they heavens
Be his hell