Driving home to bury you
Is the saddest journey ever.
Your image burns brightly in my mind the whole time
While the daylight gets darker and darker
Mirroring the turmoil inside.
Tumultuous, angry clouds rolling by
With every mile but
Multiple memories temporise the gloom.
Happy time memories,
Of holidays and youth
Before the pain, before age and infirmity.
It’s a strange feeling, deeply sad
And yet there is peace and comfort too
Because I know with absolute certainty
That you are safe,
That you are fully healed and pain free,
That you walk and run and smile,
That you are at peace.
We miss you now but we will meet again,
This I know,
This will carry me through tomorrow
As we walk down the chapel aisle
To say ‘au revoir ‘,
To celebrate all that you meant to us,
Sleep tight. xx
Copyright wordzGo June 2016
1 Corinthians 13:11-12