Their week-end plans hadn't Included picking out a Casket, Writing an obituary, Perparing for a funeral. But yesterday, when little Joaney walked into the room And said, "Wake up Grandpa," His spirit had already slipped Away, Leaving his shell at peace In his chair. The shock, The screams, The ambulance, And now, the funeral to Come. It's my son-in-law's father Who's gone, Flown home, Named Jack, like my Dear one. His heart was weak and simply Stopped. Kevin's an orphan now, along With his brother and sister, And being a motherless and Fatherless child is to feel Abandoned, Empty, Incapable of taking over Our parent's role. I know. There's a blessing in a Quick departure, In being united again With loved ones, But today, that bright spot Is layered over with grief, And the hearts that were Broken yesterday will never Totally be repaired. |