Ode

As the rains fall....
the tears follow...

we bid our last goodbyes,

as the children cry,

although mum says

"he's gone to a better place"

they can't help themselves out of the daze

our life's work

is judged by our ways

how you're sent off will depend,

who's hand you held
and who's live's you've touched

be it so small

the footprint says it all
everyone's not an island

lives are helplessly linked

even when a tiny pebble comes along

the ripples spread far and wide

may you rest well

may you have joy

may your spirit and wisdom

be carried on....

Dedicated to my Neighbour, Uncle Goh- who passed away This wednesday, 26th January, 2011