As death waits patiently
The son asked it to do a favour for him...
When you take her
Let the breeze on your breath
As you bequeath
Her last wish
Swish
Her hair gently to make it look full
Not thin and dull
Make it stay bright and breezy
Like her, easy
To look at and admire
Death softly said 'I shall'
For I know her to be quite a gal
Perfect for our choir of angels on high
The son did gratefully sigh.....
His voice returned to normality,
The eventuality
Of his mother's death was now accepted by his body and soul
As a whole
Death was his friend
So when the end....
Does come
For his mum
She will go with the grace
To her desired place....
Heaven....
Her hallowed haven
No tears will fall of sorrow
As tomorrow
Will one day not come for the lady from which he came
Instead her name
When said, heard or thought
It is to be wrought
With happiness and joy
As since he was a boy That is what she has always given him
So her brightness of character can never go... dim
PHILIP JEREMY WILSON
Written in The Poetry Factory 24th October 2020
A parent's death must be understood and accepted so when it comes you are as one with its perpetrator and focused on a celebration of their gift they gave you. Life.