Aloha

No one said saying goodbye is easy,

But does it have to be so royally tough?

Even the skies are in mourning, weeping,

The Blue Marble Tree seeds wrinkled and rough.

It is a fact. We will all die one day.

Sooner or later, in much the same way.

I cannot arrest what disease will claim,

Or deny the sordid decay of age. 

Yet no one fasts when the groom is present,

So rejoice and be glad, in life engage.

Hold the moment lightly in gratitude 

Let the truths surface, made buoyant in prayer,

Forgive all hurts with a mother's soft laugh

There will be time for tears when he's not there.