Mourn His Loss Poem by Yvonne Livingstone Kania

We can only mourn his loss,
'Through wretched was his life.
Death took him from the cross
leaving his wife.'
Another favourite of mine says.
'God works a wonder now and then,
Even though he had ended his days.
He was a honest man.'
Cared for all his children.
Raised them to, the best we could.
Enjoyed planting flowers and produce
Until his eyesight lost use.
He then only had a tendency to sit and think,
For his nearest, dearest kin?
Where thought images and/precious thoughts/
that shall not die and/but later got destroyed.
'He now sleeps with those he loved.'