Bridge Of Kings

I.

So tired, so lonely

So alone, so disheartened

So dead, before you died

Missing Oma

Dying without function

Dying with your son not talking to your granddaughter

Dying with your son not talking to your grandson

Dying without your brother, without your sister

Dying with nothing in hand, everything in heart

II.

I haven’t found my love

Before Oma’s death I wished

Before your death I wished more

Before burial of one more I wish heavenly so

You said your last goodbye

I held your hand as you held mine

Tomorrow I’ll say one last farewell

As I see you lowered to ascend

III.

At the gates

His Love welcomes him

The legend, The man

Who gave so much

I watch from a distance

As he crosses

The Bridge of Kings

© 2009 David Greg Harth

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