The uncle I never met has moved on

Some free verse my dad wrote on the passing of my uncle:

The Morning Sun

The sun is steaming through my window,

Gods gift of warmth for all people

Be you Jew, Muslim or Follower of Christ

The sun warms the body

His spirit warms our souls

How blessed  we are !

The sun will fade later and night will follow day

So it is in our personal lives

Sorrow follows joy

And then just like sun the coming up again

Joy warms our hearts again

How blessed we are !

I have been blessed all my life with a big brother

Last night his light went out and he is no longer with us

He will not be there in the morning to impart his wisdom

But his memory lives on in my mind’s eye

And in a sense he lives on within me

How blessed I am !

This morning my sister,Ann, called tears in her eyes grief in her heart

She  her self is near death, in constant pain

Yet she puts aside her pain to grieve for her brother

Her beloved husband is nearing his last days

But she has vowed to be there for him until the end

How blessed he is to have her love for him !

The sun is streaming through my window again

Reminding me that in life’s cycle warmth will reappear again

Even now my family grows with the birth of my grandson Tano

And  my great grandson, Lincoln.

And if that is not enough a new great grandson is due in July

How blessed I am !

So for today grieve over the loss of Franklin Martin

But in the morning, as the sun comes up rejoice with me

As our lives are blessed with new new life !