Grandfather, Its Time To Go
Draw the shades and close your eyes,
shielded from the sun or rain.
Retreat into your own world and
drift away. Listen to the silence
as the mourners cleanse the room,
left to their own thoughts and
words, you can’t help anymore.
Soar fierce 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’s time to go.
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