You as always, smiled in your last days

On the sofa as you sat by gran 

She too wore a cheerful face

My beard covered my upside down smile

Your skin grew more golden by the day

Like the way the sun might catch you

through the window as it set

And your speech faded

And I cannot think of your last words 

for they were spoken in conversation

No ''kismet'' or  thought provoking assertion

I was called to go next door

Family were gathered round

I kissed your forehead warm

As priest said prayers 

For the first time in years 

I cried

Trying to hide in front of cousins

And while the hearse was waited for 

I looked at you 

from the acre 

through the window at the back

The sun had set

And you were pale and quiet and numb