Dried up leaves litter the ground
Yellow, orange, and brown.
Sadness engulfs my heart.
The tree above stands strong and tall.
The leaves left on the branches resemble a stained glass window,
As the sun kisses them from above.
A memory comes to light, a dove
Held in my son’s lap
As we say goodbye to my sweet boy.
I watch the dove fly back home,
Going home like it says on the top
Of the casket decorated in blue
With seagulls flying away.
Oh how I wanted to stay
But, alas, leaving knowing there will be a day
When I hold you in my arms again.
