Kevin’s month’s mind
Saint Brigids day arrives
One month exactly
Since the day he died
On New Years Day so early.
His memory a blessing
That warms our heart and soul
His laughter still echoes
And gives us respite.
Illness seemed his calling
Suffering with good humor
Seeing the good in the doctors
In the nurses and their caring.
The final chapter no different
Except without the hope
Of ever escaping the cross
Uninvited but accepted.
And so as the New Year
Tiptoed in beside us
He quietly slipped away
Without ceremony or fuss.
We stand by his graveside
One month later on the first day
Of Celtic Spring when hope is sprung
Of a reunion in the future.
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