Love allows death no victory,
Though dead, we still see them everywhere;
Vividly alive in our memory,
Ever present in our heart, and always dear.
For instance, as I drift between wake and sleep,
I converse there, with my dear departed mother;
I smell her, and she holds me close, whilst I weep,
As we await a visit from my father, and my brother.
In fact, I just shared the secrets of my heart, with my old man,
To see him laugh and see him smile, is such a pleasure;
To share a beer, and feel the warmth of his old hand,
Would you believe it? All these years after his death, is quite a treasure.
Death would take the ones we love, away from here;
Love overturns death’s plan, and draws them near.