death of a loved one

My creative writing society had a mini competition, and the theme was death.

I will not cry or mourn my loss

you are the stars that twinkle above

up in heaven you now fly free

and here I stand waiting for thee

The trumpets sound

and doves fly high

a crowd mourns your loss

as I say goodbye.

The flag does not fly,

nor is it high up in the sky

for it is Half-mast.

A flags draped over your coffin,

as your blood did spill,

and you're now on home soil, where you belong.

I know that one day we'll meet again,

but until that time, goodbye my old friend.