Sweet Dreams

It felt almost as if it had been arranged
To happen the way it did, a phone call
To say aunt Margaret had died, then
Naturally I cried, while sitting on a
Memorial bench in my local park.
Dazed, stirring at the clear Febuaray
Sky, flock of birds circled twice as they
Flew by. Death and so much life all in a
Few minutes of time, which felt like seconds
As hours went by.

While we weep while our loved ones
Now sleep, I am sure they would want us
To remember the laughs, the memories
That were made and always cherished as
They are passed down to generations, so
We can  keep them alive in the stories they
Told us of happy times shared, so never
Fear our beloved ones, once our shock as turned
To reality of not holding you close or speaking
To you on the phone or video call any more.

We will turn our tears to smiles and keep
You near and forever ensure that you live
On in other ways forevermore.