Quiet convoy

Quiet convoy on a cold day of march.

Something's not right, you are not here.

You had things to do, but you never came back.

The last memory of you 

on your final resting place.

Many flowers and many tears for you.

Quiet convoy on a cold day of march,

someone  stays longer than the rest

of mourners.

'I hope you have find peace at last'

She turns away, every step is as heavy as

his who is now resting under a blessed

ground beneath their feet.

On your last journey

 the Angels of heaven

color the sky with thousands

of different colors.

Quiet convoy on a cold day of march.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad poem. I like the journey you took the reader with.
"On your last journey
the Angels of heaven
color the sky with thousands
of different colors. "
The final walk leave many with forever sorrow and some with peace. I like the way you closed the poem. Left the reader with a realistic feel. Thank you Sarah for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

My many thanks. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Poet.