Her lips and her eyes

Like an ocean's summer breeze

Pure captivation

I hoard emotions

I save them for poetry

I don't share my tears

Eventually, the other side is where I will see you.
For now, seeing you flying high in the sky will have to do.
Up there in a beautiful sky, so endless, so blue.
We will miss you, that couldn't be more true.
We may be broken, but down here we have glue.
I'll sit and I'll pray in an old wooden pew.
That in God's hands you are with your Mom your Dad, and your siblings too.

Life dies.
Sadness cries.

The second hand continues.
By weeks end it's old news.

When I close my eyes forever.
My first moments from life I sever.

I want you to look at me.
Take a look at death, life's fee.

Exit the funeral home's door.
The body in the casket you will see no more.

Get into your car and turn the key.
Brush the dirt off of your bended knee.

Brush the scent of death from you once again.
Carry on with a few prayers and a meaningful amen !

Normalcy reacquaints itself in a few short days.
Until life dies and once again death is how life pays.

Live your life while you still can.
Death eventually comes for each and every woman and man.

It might be today, it might be tomorrow.
The time on the clock is only there to borrow.

One damp, dreary drizzly grey sky day, a ray of sunshine appeared .

I thought that I heard the doorbell ring, I rose, and then it rang again.

I opened the door to only find a weathered UPS uniform on my concrete stoop.

It smelled of Old Spice and sported a name tag that read " Fireball ".

A pair of black framed reading glasses on the inside of the vest pocket.

A gold plated belt buckle that boasts of how many times the world has been traveled around.

I bend down on one knee to greedily clutch what's left of "Fireball".

I cry, you're traveling is over Dad.
Come on inside now and out of the weather..... and stay with me forever.

Let's dry those wet clothes by the fire and talk about our time apart since you passed away.

I have lots of questions Dad...
We have lots of catching up to do.
I've missed you.

A red rose you are

Five petals that long for love

A unique bouquet