Heaven’s tears rain down
in rivers from the eaves,
cascading down, landing below
in puddles of hushed grief.
 
On the front door opening, 
a black wreath hangs silently.
Whispered reverent sounds 
ruffle the ebony ribbons.
 
A familiar face stares out of
still photos placed around
the crowded room filled with
subdued friends and family.
 
Smiles and gentle eyes forever
captured for those left behind,
to remember the life and love of
one who didn’t return from war.
 
Comforting embraces with words
of sympathy quietly expressed.
Embellished tales of old retold,
continuing the fond memories.
 
A collection of testimonials and
remembrances will forever
flourish through the coming years
and keep those gone with us always.