White Dove of Freedom

POEM : "For Pa"

Like melting snow in the warm spring month,
The river of Life, it slowly runs down.
One by one we're plucked away
Taken to the garden, to see a brighter day.

And so it happened, he was put to sleep
Two silent teardrops, no words to speak.
Never lonely, behind is his legacy;
Children and grandchildren, to weave his tapestry.

In his box, his final bed
A look of calm, it's his time to rest.
My last goodbye some falling tears;
It's so hard to part, after all these years.

A head of silver, finely groomed
On a floral bed, we'll say our goodbye.
At seventy-three, frail but yet so strong,
He always kept his pride, even when something went wrong.

The faces they'll never leave my mind;
The memories are an open door.
He's up there now with a smile;
His long-lost wife, making his trip worthwhile.

The curtain has come down, take your bow
A fitting end Pa, you're in Heaven now.

© 1998 Radica Sooknarine