Though I could not see the things that you said were there, and that you could see,

Nor could I hear their voices or words, I knew that soon my friend, you would be free.

At last free, from these earthly ties, loosened from the chains of flesh that did bind,

Liberated at last from a mortal shell, that encased the soul of one most innocent and kind.

For it was your hour…your day…it was Six Thirty AM

and all was somber in a quiet way, as you closed your eyes and softly sighed.

A gathering of host greatly unseen, most gently shepherd you to the other side.

For your journey here, was a short one, and it in all mercy had finally come to an end

For no more pain shall you have to endure, and gone are the questions about tomorrow.

 At Six Thirty One…I began to cry.