Cloudy Morning
Sun hidden behind the clouds
Silence at the churchyard
And whispers not loud
A soul is being laid to rest
A life lived to its best
A life that has gone by
Thru happiness and sorrow
A life lived to its fullest
With nothing more the borrow
Seeing the sunset and the moonrise
Dusty road and the countryside
The ups and downs
A roller coaster ride
Learning and growing
Wrinkles on the skin
A time for silent prayer
To whip all our sins.
This is a poem that I dedicate to my beloved father who left earth to move to a more peaceful place in heaven on this day 13 years ago.. Be it 13 or 30 years, the hollow in the heart missing him would always be there.
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