Leaves

The dead leaves crash,

upon the ash,

in which your body lay.

So here I stand,

to watch you rest,

while I wait

and do my best

just to hold my tears.

Down you go,

in the ground you lay,

while above,

children laugh and play.

But I cannot enjoy the fun

because you're not here.

And so, dead leaves crash

upon the ash,

in which your body lay

while I wait

to see that gate,

that allows me to see you again someday.

#poetry #family #funeral #memoriam