The Gate

He met her at the gate

Just a short distance inside,

The clouds in the sky were soft

That day–white mixed with gray.

He first walked through the gate

Only 18 short hours before

Greeted by others who had passed through

Now comfortable with their stay.

He stood ram-rod tall, at attention

So she would see him quite clear

He waved to her as she hesitated

Then she smiled and stepped his way.

Steady hands outstretched, he waited for her

Watching her tentative steps

He did not expect to be greeting her

After being there only one day.

She took his hand and the love shown

Was familial –grandmother and grandson

Her illness was long and expected

His, painfully short in the fray.

He wanted to be there for her

As she was always for him

Standing at attention, ram-rod straight

He welcomed her to Heaven’s gate.

About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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