M(o/ou)rning

Start of a new day

With bright fresh ideas,

New things to do or say,

But new thought to fear.

12 AM in the dawn:

People undress their sight

In the clear and calm

Of the day’s first light.

The Earth grows older

And the young, bolder.

A precious beloved

Fades from the planet,

One that was gloved

By a set of parents.

A friend to so many

And even more to others,

Meaningful to plenty

Such as a brother.

 Moved from Earth’s reality

To Heaven’s eternity.

That sunny cheerful day

Containing life and joy,

Beginning children’s play,

And a firstborn in Illinois.

At the day’s first yawn

And wakeful breath

Of a freshly trimmed lawn,

There is nothing of death.

Only a peaceful bliss

And a gentle, loving kiss.

Below the procession,

And for the attendance,

Begins the inauguration

For the deceased transcendence.

Grieving glows of attire

Stand hand in palm,

As the mother cries

During the silent ‘bomb,’

Tears of sad happiness

Knowing of God’s goodness.

Yet they meet together

In ways we don’t always see

As in two lost cousins

Discover they’re family.

For when one leaves

He enters a morning

Of sweet happiness and peace

Where there is no mourning.