March Garden..

A sole bagpiper Waits to perform For another soul This must of been his last wish Old comrades occupy A well trodden path And bid him farewell What they must think of us Standing in the cold Shivering Waiting for Mum We didn't know Knocking on that door Would see another life Pass before our eyes A kind gentleman Comes out 'Someone is coming to see to you' A door closes Left outside again Not even a room To wait in The cold rain seemed insessent It wasn't going to stop My hands were turning blue I knew in that instant Mum would be saying to me 'You don't eat enough to warm you So much like me, so much like you A gentleman approaches Softly spoken Carrying you in his arms Wrapped all nice and warm I want to carry you Like you carried me Keep you close to my heart Keep you safe The March garden approaches We are given private time Nobody can utter a word Dad lays you into your beautiful resting place And suddenly this little jar Comes out from my pocket And urges to catch you Dad acknowledges my asking And into that little jar The heart of you falls To stay with me forever I quietly close the lid And put you in my pocket Never again for us to be apart