The Viewing

Opening of great door heavy

Sounds of weeping fill my ears.

Around the corner into dimly lit hall.

Music now and Grandma's voice

drift within the room.

I stand entranced watching pictures pass

And remembering those days.

Tears flow freely down my cheeks.

I can't look at Grandma yet.

Practicing songs to be sung tomorrow

I return to the viewing hall

Hello Grandma, goodbye.

No, not goodbye,

I'll see you when your young and beautiful.

Friends and family come to meet.

Your roses pink and red are beautiful.

Smiling faces and warm embraces

ply the heart with warmth and peace.

The little children drew round you.

Abby stroked your hand.

Morgan said that you were broken.

But we know that we can see you once again

in a heavenly land.

Goodbye for now Grandma Davis. I love you.

Your Debbie.