The Very End Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When life's long road draws to its close,
And weary breaths begin to slow,
A gentle hand, a whispered word,
A quiet presence, deeply heard.

Not to fight the fading light,
But make the journey soft and bright.
To ease the pain, to calm the fear,
And hold the ones we hold so dear.

A tender space, a loving gaze,
Through shadowed, final days.
To let peace bloom, a quiet grace,
And comfort every heart and face.

Then what remains, a whispered name,
A story told, a gentle flame.
A memory held, a love that stays,
Beyond the earthly, passing days.

The body rests, a silent shell,
As nature's work begins to tell.
A cycle turned, a chapter done,
Life's final race, at last, is run.