KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
The perfect day to say Goodbye
The crystal clear dawn,
The colors of sunrise.
Not seen by the body
Of the old man who died.
The piercing blue sky,
A warm winter sun.
No clouds to ruin
The perfect day.
For he has said goodbye
To all his children.
He has said goodbye to the world.
Up he flew,
His soul streaming
This day behind him.
Up he flew,
To join his Lillian,
His beautiful Lillian,
A final gift
His last goodbye.
A cheering day
To comfort those left behind.
Did his children
understand,
his final present?
A perfect day to say his goodbyes.
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