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.