A poem: Fred

Just one I wrote today, I don't usually narrate in my poetry, but this is one of those times. And yes it has a consistent rhyming scheme, shock horror! Written about how an older man deals with the death of his long time partner (it's not a negative poem though!)  :)

Fred

Fred walks his garden daily,

Reflecting on his life,

Looking at the rose he planted,

After the death of his wife.

She made his life heaven,

But he’s not in hell,

He’s savoured the memories,

And stories to tell.

He celebrated her being,

Instead of his heart breaking,

He’s stronger than he’s ever been,

A collection he has been making.

Looking at a photo,

He’s whisked back to the day,

Where they sat on the pier,

Laughing the day away.

Their first kiss sixty years past,

Is embedded in his brain,

It was ever so romantic,

Some cliché to do with rain.

She passed peacefully,

Him at her bedside,

Whispering “you’ve made my life perfect”,

“It’s been a hell of a ride”.

He knows she’s waiting,

Somewhere up above,

Guarding him every day,

His one and only love.

His grandchildren run to hug him,

They squeeze him so tight,

Beaming up into his eyes,

Truly making his night.

And as he climbs to bed,

Whispering to his heart,

“Thank you for this life,

You truly played your part.”

Fred joined his lady,

Holding her hand in heaven,

Ending life how it began,

Since the age of seven.