Closing The Door
This is dedicated to my grandfather:
Rosaire Joseph Cyr 1/1/1924-3/26/2001
You don't know what to say or how to act,
He just lies there, so still on his back,
He's lifeless in his mind, it's almost his time,
He just waits for death to come from behind,
He knows your there, he knows you care,
but he doesn't know who you are.
You stand there wordless, feeling you need the courage,
the courage to be strong, and hold on for so long,
help him go where he belongs, find his angels, find his peace.
He's waiting for something, there's something he needs.
He has some unfinished business, a place he needs to be,
he loves us so dearly, he needs to leave us peace.
The healing hands around him made him feel so complete.
He has a tumor in his brain, his head is filled with so much pain,
his body just isn't the same.
He won't close the door,
And won't go to the next floor.
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