Death

His face was calm wrinkles gone
in that state of gentle death
he was relieved now of suffering
half way to heaven he looked
so young younger than seventy
I closed his eyes for the last time
thought I saw him dreaming now
saying goodbye to that body that
held his soul for all those years
now he was lightness pure free
but still warm to the touch
I washed his body head to foot
Dressed him in his wedding suit
Prepared him for the wake so they
could come and admire his death
his face free of all those wrinkles
he said he would return in the ray
of the sun just to remind me of him
he died at quitting time five pm