To My Joseph

An irregular Ode about my late husband

To My Joseph


Thou hast ascended to Highest Heaven before me
Thou wast a man truly worthy of infinite accolade
Thou didst fight the flames and save myriad lives

A more understanding soul I have not met

To other mortals thou wast mere dross
To mine own eyes thou art glorious above others
Thine gentle hands my body caressed

Thy kisses beckoned my immortal soul

Though thine ashes are entombed underground
Memories of thee do bring my mind soaring
Thou and I will reunite once more

When I step through the veiled gates

Word count(not including header): 90
Line Count: 12?
October Prompt
Write an Ode for the Ghost of someone in your history
An Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.