Death

Dedicated to the memory of my Grandmother, Marion


Steals us all away we fear
we will never see them again.
Those whom to us have endeared,
even our closest friends.

Never to walk this realm once more,
their last have they now breathed.
Held not in place by ceiling or floor,
drift free from the bereaved.

Our own end we come to ponder -
will we soon be as they?
Making us stop giving cause to wonder
at fragile bodies formed from clay.

Passing beyond they will be missed,
as tears now fall unchecked.
Blessed because our lives theirs kissed,
long we pause now to reflect.

Fear not mine i fear others loss -
how would my life keep meaning?
If those i loved their lives had lost
to depression would i be leaning.


(c)2000 by Robert H. Harrison