Last Tear
Our family gathered to you attend,
The overcast day your bed rest did end.
Your smile was sunshine filling the room.
You asked of present and future blooms.
Your final hours were never about you,
But of things you would not see come true.
You implored me not to weep or look sad,
But offer whatever joy that I had.
You smiled wanly as your last breath fled.
A tear ran down your cheek, lonely.
I kissed away that lucid saline drop, slowly.
Your last tear throbs to each beat of my heart.
It will drop when through heaven’s gate I start.
No fugitive lost in a mopey reminisce,
You nurtured dreams of future blooms and bliss.
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2020
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