Requiem Poem

I met him for a moment,

He whispered in my ear,

He wrapped his arms around me,

I trembled with the fear.

 

I closed my eyes against him,

I turned my thoughts away,

I blinked and looked at forever,

And knew it was never gonna stay.

 

I looked all around me,

He had them in his hand,

The young the old the restless,

We were like putty to his plan.

 

Where could life escape him,

Whatever could I do,

I knew I had no answer,

I looked down at my shoe.

 

And as we gathered to honour him,

To bid a final wave,

I said a silent prayer of thanks,

Then we laid him in the grave.

 

It hit me then like raindrops,

Like darkness in the hole,

That death was like life itself,

It could not beat the soul.

 

Kath and Graeme

 

 

 

 

John Condliffe

Requiem Poem

9.9.13

Inspired by      Graeme John Walshe   (Maureen’s Uncle)  1^st March 1945 to 4^th September 2013