LIFT HIM HIGH.

Oliver's brothers and sisters carry his coffin at his funeral aged 29.

Lift him high
to the sky

raise him
on your shoulders

rest his coffin
by your head

your brother's dead
carry me

he said
once in jest

raise him steady
off you go

hold firm
for tears will flow

his favoured song
Over the Rainbow

tones you in
we all follow

gutted empty
feeling hollow

full of sorrow
hand in hand

tearful eyes
hold him steady

sisters
brothers

keep him close
to heart and head

carry me
he once said

lay him gently
let his coffin lay

let him sleep
in God's rest

you have given all
you have done him proud

you have carried high
the best.

Sleep on
loving brother

dearest son
rest as you can

our close-knit kin
our young brave man.

Reviews

[Penlady]

Moving IS the word for your tributes to your dear son and this one especially, a tribute to all your children in pointing up their deep love and honor for each other and you and your Pauline...the ceremony given to the death and final resting of your son has brought him AND you closer to those of us fortunate enough to have found you on these writing sites...it is only right since the deepest feelings of fellow humans author poetry...

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Penlady.

[K.N. Lorenzen]

Once again, I am deeply moved by your words.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, K N. Lorenzen