A special poem about a dying family member, written for those who have been there. |
-As He Lay Dying- by Keaton Foster A friend Wondrous The man As he lay dying His whole life What was right His existence Shorthanded His presence Deeply Will be missing Those who know Those who relied Upon his smile And his kind words Of encouragement Will miss him They will cry A river for him And ocean for themselves The stages of grief Will be put to the test Some might not survive Others will be changed Missing a piece Of what makes them whole The completeness Will never again be right At least in their Hearts and minds As he lay dying Closest to him I grip his hand I whisper Good friend You may go But we must stay It is your time God requires Your presence Your body Such a sacred vessel Will be handled Per your wishes I’ll keep my word Honor your dying wish Out of reverence Because of love Your children Me Those also present Will pay their respects Will celebrate your life Because of your death Mother is waiting With open arms God is expecting Home you are going Back to the beginning Via this ending As he lay dying One final time His grip tightens A subtle smile Flows on by Then his grip Loosens The end As he lay dead I whisper to myself Goodbye father Goodbye friend… As He Lay Dying Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |