Days of grief 

1
Life folds itself in years,
a young boy, an old man.
Time passes
in a whirlwind cough.
The clock of death is ticking.
And like birth,
death is not a choice.

2

You did well,
you could not have done any better.
The ever-after calls,
a tender voice from beyond.
Through life’s great halls,
you have walked
to leave a legacy of love.

(For my Dad, 1933 – 2025)