You have, at first hand, watched someone's last breath
your husband, got sick, then died
and he left
You seem all alone now,
while he's resting at home
It doesn't feel right, it's just not fair!
But...
then again...nor is this poem!

Glimmers of his character
I've seen in your boys
Reminders of wishes
and those never lived joys
All in all, for whys, there is always a reason
But for the life of him, it was His way...
too short of a season

I know you sit and think of your
Bri
I know he's there, kissing...
All the tears that you cry
I see him sometimes on the bank of the springs
playing his guitar...loudly,  and trying to sing

His eyes always seemed...
so angelically wide
brighter in blue... like...
from another other side
He was yours and my,
Bri
He has always been here...
and there...he will be...
right there beside us...waiting
to guide you and me

He will take hold of our hands ...
toward God's beautiful light
And he’ll always be praying there
on the other side's,  brightest of night
Sounding his silence ...
An unspeakable right!

Brian Francis Fitzgerald
peace be with you...
and rest...
We kiss your Spirit
You were the best!

All my love,
Kimmy

Copyright 2006 Kimmy Van Kooten