The day before death I hold your hand,
light like a butterfly,

Eyes that gleam in the fading twilight
tear with memories rush.

So many cycles of life etched in a face full of wisdom,
A beating heart that gave without question,
we all received the gift.

It’s pulse a blanket for fears left behind,
Etched in love forever.

“Don’t worry,” you say to me,
even at this point, you must give.

God, let this place where you go,
be the heaven you gave to me.

Silence numbs my soul,
as you breathe never again with me.