Millpond Poetry
Epitaph
Come a little closer, my love.
For my words are softly spoken.
Please take my hand,
one more time
and let a gentle smile spread across your face –
yes, let your sunrise break
across your warm, blue eyes
as mine will soon forever close.
Don’t cry, my love.
This is what life ultimately brings,
but if not nestled in the arms of Christ’s love,
I couldn’t ask you to sing…
softly now,
Jesus loves me – us, yes I know.
And wither I go, you’ll soon follow,
but not right now.
Oh, my love, my love!
This last breath! So sweet! Your eyes! Your smile!
You know I’ve loved you,
but now my beloved is standing by…
our Captain and brother – He beckons,
and I reckon I must go.
If there is a tear that must be shed,
let it be for those who know not
what we knew, and who we worshiped
in our lives well spent.
Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016
