His and Yours

Say goodbye.
Fold his hands together in prayer.
Shut his eyes.

The journey done.
His, and yours, that odd battle
of love and painful truth, ended,

ended as it should have been,
with love the victor. Pain released.
his and yours.

Oh there will be dirges, Long faces
and funerals. There will be laughter,
memories and fairy tales.

Because the ending is not yet.
There are doors to enter still,
journeys to take,

his, and yours.

About this poem

For those of you who have been reading my verses the past few days, my father passed today about mid day. We are well here, at peace as we wait to do the memorial service.

Tom