A Goodbye Hymn

A Goodbye Hymn

High overhead the wild geese fly
their honking fades into the air,
a threnody, a sad goodbye

to lakes and ponds that don’t reply,
mallards and coots no longer there.
High overhead the wild geese fly

away from cold wind’s chilling sigh.
They sing a chorus of despair
a threnody, a sad goodbye.

I wave my arms, somehow I try
to call them back, but unaware,
high overhead the wild geese fly.

They call each other, pair to pair,
a melody exquisite, rare,
a threnody, a sad goodbye.

I’ll miss them, strutting smartly by –
their songs like penitential prayer,
as overhead the wild geese fly,
a threnody, a sad goodbye

Penultimate Visit

We’ve almost made it! It’s the penultimate prompt in the Garden

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Penultimate Visit
If I had known tomorrow
You would be gone
I might have sat beside
Your bed a little longer
Told you all the things I
Love about you
Remembered stories from
Our childhood – the times
We giggled until our bellies
Hurt – the times we cried over
Lost pets
I would have asked you all the
Questions I had saved for
Another time
If I had known this day would
Spill over into your last
I would not have hurried home
To read a book and drink a cup
Of tea