warm tears, red brimmed eyes
strange to be left here alone
coffee served next door
Last week I lost my sister to the ravages of diabetes. Jo’s battle was courageous, she was a fighter to the end.
We gathered Saturday morning
Too late to say good-byes.
We grieved for an unexpected casualty,
For my sister who had closed her eyes
In church, I sat in silence
Not wanting to say farewell
But a piece of my existence
Was carried off by a distant bell.
I shuffled down a center aisle,
Following my sister’s spouse.
Her son and daughter cried openly,
Suffering in God’s stain glass house.
The church circle provided service,
A lunch to soothe the souls.
Hot coffee for our spirits
And shoulders to console.
While eating we talk of other things,
Cheerful words to fill the air.
Distant memories of a childhood,
Of the sister who was not there.
I’m thankful for the memories,
Of a life that was lived so well.
In time I know I’ll be seeing her,
When it’s time for my farewell.
©2017 Clarence Holm