Grace Be Yours
Draw the shades and close your eyes, shielded
from the sun and rain, retreat
into your own world and drift away. Listen
to the silence as the mourners
clear the room, left to their own thoughts
and words, you can’t help anymore.
Soar free in the breeze, smell the thunder, feel
the rain, watch the clouds open
welcoming you to the new world. Peace,
happiness and Grace be yours, Grandfather,
it is time to go home.
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