Like A Wilting Flower. Poem by David Boyce

Like a wilting flower.

Like a wilting flower losing petals,
We will be left with just the stem,
As their soul departs their physical body,
We think of our memories of them.

Their soul will gracefully leave their human forms,
Making their way to the pearly gate,
To meet again with their departed loved ones,
Without no malice of love or hate.

In death we mourn them,
Each and every day.
At times of heartache and pain,
Together we will all pray.

In solitude we can relax,
Although we are all heartbroken together,
In the comfort they are now at peace,
And with their beloved forever.


Written by
David Boyce
18 July 2018