When My Time Is Done Poem by Robert Roberts

when my time is done
the rain will peacefully
over the meadows
watering the branch of a new life
the birds shall stay
perched on a tree and
sing they beautiful
melodies
and high above the
star shall begin to sparkle
with all they beauty
and when they go and hide
rays of sunlight shall
bathe the world in splendor
as laughter and joy
spread though out the world

And as my time is
now perched on a bench
my family picks up the pieces
as my mother holds
her head looking for answer
and to those who
knew me put a reminiscing
smile on the face
as life goes on
and though my time was short
it was plentiful as
a smile came to someones face
when i spoke and a mother had a son
who taught her to smile
when thing fall apart