Everything has a first time-
death, or even life.
We sat in the pew, first line,
for the first time-
Mother, sister and I.
He was at the front of the aisle,
alone before a hundred eyes,
for the first time.
His name was spoken,
amid the sighs,
as a spent life,
for the first time.
And beneath the earth he lies,
under a changing sky,
illuminated in candlelight.
And we left him alone,
in the falling night,
for the first time.
Just like the candles and sky,
everything changes, everything dies-
at the end, we all must fly.
Everything has a first time-
death, or even life.
~R✨