Dad's funeral

My dad who was a non believer passed away some years ago and I wrote this for him.

My Father’s Funeral

 

The butterfly does not recall
the worm it used to be.
It spun its threads and went to sleep…
thought for eternity.

The dusty moth who sees a light,
and sets his course on high.
May not yet know, his love waits there,
for that he needs to fly.

And we may wonder how and why
this ‘morphosis could be.
But watch the butterfly and moth,
in them the truth you’ll see.
~
So Dad, you see, it’s your turn now,
your silk has all been spun.
We all loved you, and we’ve all heard,
of all the things you’ve done…

Yet spring will soon be close at hand,
a spark…you will awake.
You’ll move a bit and flex new jaws,
another path you’ll take.

So for a while, just lie and wait
in your chrysalis, and we’ll sigh.
But soon enough, the time will come,
you’ll spread new wings and fly.

Reviews

[Robyn]

another beautiful poem!!
such hope is reflected in your words. i especially love the last stanza. This poem could bring such healing to someone who has recently lost a loved one!
when my grandfather recently passed away, I read a poem that truly helped me cope with the loss. Words are so powerful.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

What a lovely poem! I can't pick a part that I liked the best, because I liked it entirely. So well written, too!!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Sean, this is so moving. I am sorry for your loss but happy for your dad..
A wonderful way to look at death...though still we miss them they are free..
Beautiful!

Chloe

[Stacey Watts]

This was very beautiful and heartfelt. The words were very meaningful. Loss is hard for anyone. I like the message you bring with this. It is very comforting.