When the pillars of life fall

You could always count on dad

The heavens rise for his entrance

And the angels tell of his stories

So plenty and full of the outdoors, antiques, and glory

His love is left to be

Awakened with each tear we shed

In this promise of everlasting

Dynasty of Design

Ringing to the temples of the most high

Conclusions comes to sorts

Manifesting in what forgives us at our core

And blossoms at our pores is our spirit of life

In an elite power of sanctity

Thinking we have cherished

Dad to the fullest, Honoring his memories

And giving way to the quilt of compassion

For the lives he gave and touched so many

Dad’s memoir is full of serving

And only the rainbows can tell his tales

We implore thee and Thank thee

For Granting Ron’s life

He will be dearly missed

May his stream of love

be ever-flowing through divinity

seeking only Peace Now

Thank You

Posted by Aimee in Funeral, Poetry Tags: Funeral