In Loving Memory of My Uncle Clive
I am not afraid of dying, although we've never met,
I have walked up to her doorstep and felt her presence, yet,
This time she did not come for me but for a loved one dear.
She did not come in anger, she did not come with rage,
She came in silent whispers as if a pact was made,
That with my uncle I would walk and gently hold his hand,
Until the pain became too great, then she would guide him from this land,
And to a place I know not of, A place I can't perceive,
A place where pain cannot take hold, yet my heart can't help but grieve.
Journey on Dear Clive, may your soul be at peace.
Love always,
Joanna
jthyssen
7th September 2021