At Life and Death
The daily taste of regret
keeps me knowing you
bitter and upset
drowning in the blue.

Missing in a frame
someone I thought I knew
searching for a name
if only it were you.

Witness to the command
touching call of death
cradling grandpa’s hand
for fear of final breath.

Wishing for a dream
that was the Sabbath day
gentle hands prepared a meal,
I’ll never eat today.

Invincible, iron soldier
the epitome of youth
disease ending composure
have to see it through.

The dawn has come today
careful vision clear
buried in the pain
shed the final tear.

After life and death,
what was left behind
a single strand of heaven
touched our very kind.