All Alone Save For One
Hard by the grave
Of Ian Grey’s only son
Passed the mourners…
One by one
…Save for one…
In work worn clothes
With bonnets and hats in hand
Garb of black… head to toes
Simple souls born to the land
…Save for one
Condolences paid
Tears… wind dried
Flowers gently laid
Sorrow put aside
…Save for one…
Wide brown eyes observed
As the mourners bid their farewells
And the shaggy little dog which had served
Wee Ian junior e’er so well
…save for one…
Took his place atop the grave
Laid his head ‘pon his paws
And there was where he stayed
In vigil without pause
Til he too passed
To join wee Ian
To where The boy had gone
Alone…All Alone
..Save for one…
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2018
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