When somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry. People dis-
appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
can see them dancing in a cloud during
the day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They paint the rain-
bows and also the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much. The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.
This is dedicated to my mother "Rita" who had passed away for Eternal Life
on the 16th. June 98.
This bed dear father,
Did you know that it would be,
Your final bed of rest?
Where you would spend,
The last days of your life,
Your eyes tightly closed,
To hide you from the light.
Did you hear us talking,
Trying to bring you back?
Did the constant breathing,
Of the ventilator drive you mad?
Did you rage against the dying of the light,
When you looked so tired of life?
we could have talked some more,
I could have tried to listen,
Now you proved your point Dad,
And the pain is unforgiving.
This is dedicated to my father "Oreste" who had passed away for Eternal Life
on the 23rd. May 2003.
