In these closing years of your life <br />Each time I see your white hair that was once so black <br />Your body bent that once walked so straight <br />I remember you throwing me up in your arms <br />And waiting for you impatiently at the gate <br /> <br />Let time quietly glide away <br />And grace touch every moment that is left <br />Never to know distress, worry, stress <br />And when you close your eyes to rest one day <br />It might be to the sound of familiar footsteps I guess <br />That you can follow without any fear in your heart; <br />And to the sound of soft beloved voices, <br />Maybe that is the way loved ones depart.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closing-years-2/
