Seeds that are scattered amidst the soil
And nurtured with loving care
Sprout and flower gracefully
Like hands held out in prayer.
And when it blossoms, standing tall
For all the world to see
It’s purpose does not end there
For it sows its progeny.
And here we are, your offspring
Come to bid you fond farewell
We thank you for the seed of life,
Your tales we can tell.
Although this chapter may have ended,
A new one has begun
As we look back on the life you’ve led
We see all you have done.
Now the Hands of time will pick you up
And cradle you with love
Then he’ll take you to the heavenly place
He made for you above. ©