All There Is Poem by Lihle Shezi

All there is,
but pain frees,
and you never came
home.
We sat there,
with your mother
in those woody chairs.
And thought,
about your idyll childhood.
And thought about
the image of God in you.
Tears, your mother
shed tears!
As we watch
that heartless ocean
murder our fearless wind.

What do tulips
symbolise at a cemetry?
A life ended before
time, and they do not
wilt before time.
Graves, age not the
sand but the casket.
So we sat there
thinking what will
it do to your face.
Life is all seasons,
we need to accept
your autumn.
Life is all seasons,
let us sing you
a hymn.