Vacant

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We carry weary bodies to beds
when darkness paints our windows
The world outside is left to occupy
itself, settling to routine

Some nights, sleeping dust falls upon
our eyes, until our doorstep heralds
a new day and for others the dust was wiped away
Without consideration or acceptance

As I grabbed the pillow, trying
to draw the smell of you into my skin
it is vacant,  as my sleep
this morning and the night before

copyright JMTacken 14.6.14

What will they say when I’m gone

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What shall be written
when I pass from this earth?
what words etched in stone
‘bove the place where I’ll rest?

Who shall write them
who shall decide?
the day when my time comes
the day that I die

Will I be remembered
for selfless love?
will I be known for
making you laugh?

Will I be missed
for the help that I gave?
will I be content
as I sleep in my grave?

Will family cry
and miss who I was?
will friends shed a
tear.. simply because?

Will rain fall and hit
the casket that lowers?
or will the sun shine
touch the wood and the flowers?

Tears weeped of sadness
the loss of a soul
pain in the hearts
just remember me well

I did all I could in the
life that I led
I was a woman, a wife
a mother and yet..

I wish tears of happiness
to flow down your cheeks
tears that I ‘did right’
did all that I could

My life will miss yours
I’ll remember your voice
the happiness shared
don’t grieve but rejoice

Set the butterfly free
watch it wing to the skies
yes I’ll truly miss you
but I’ve said my goodbyes

Some moments not proud of
many others that were
please smile as you lower me
this is what I’d prefer