Death Knocked this week
Death knocked this week
The couch cradles me, the dead, quiet.
The room was empting, friends going away.
I hear the tick, tick, tick of the clock,
The cat meows, once, she knows.
Life is still, if just for One.
Pop was special, but nothing remains.
The tubes unplugged, the machines turned off.
Coldness haunts this room now, I walk away.
Flowers fading; the burial is over.
Stargazer Lilies in funeral arrangements,
The fragrance too strong for me, I get dizzy.
He was a master gardener; he would have loved them.
Circle of living, his time was up.
Hard working hands, rest now comes.
Nothing in front of me, but his gardens remains.
He died today, after fighting for three months.
He heart gave out, I feel so much pain.
Life moves on, classes start soon.
He always said, do your work and I’m proud of you.
Chemical engineer, he knew education was key.
His house feels light, without him here.
I feel cold, all alone in his house.
His medals in piles, A Golden Olympic winner.
All that remains are engraved plates saying his name.
This house is empty, it’s not the same.
The walls are cold, an eerie air stirs.
His last goodbye, I couldn’t say his name.
I hear the tick, tick, tick of the clock.
The cat meows, she knows he is gone.