Sorrow Passes Away

Lost in the sorrow of heartache, Quietness becomes a best friend. Like sun heavenward at daybreak, Death rises and burns in the end. Longing for carefree days, A splendid book in hand, Soaking sultry sun rays, Toes hidden deep in the sand. Floating, drifting just barely, Feeling herself slipping under, Hearing him call her, “Gerry,” Keeps her from going asunder. Savoring the familiar aroma, Of morning’s first cup of coffee, Foreseeing today’s dilemma, Patience and fortitude her plea. Recalling his passionate kisses, And lustful romantic evenings, Hunger of nighttime blisses, Enveloped in loving feelings. His aching voice brings her back, Pain is a hard pill to swallow, Exhaustion becomes a true setback, High days have morphed into low. Peacefully he takes his last breath, Like sun heavenward at daybreak. Eternal rest comes at death, Lost in the sorrow of heartache.