I wasn’t there that day at the end
When you left me behind
Your sleep became deeper
Until you drifted away
In a haze of morphine
I wasn’t there when the snow came
And the roads were blocked
The lawns white carpeted
The old mansion black-shadowed
As if it knew somehow
I wasn’t there when they took you away
To wait alone in that Chapel of Rest
In the care of strangers
Awaiting clear instructions
Before the final journey
But I was there on the very last day
When we gathered together
And gave thanks for your life
When it was finally all over
And there was nothing more to say
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2012
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