Let the curtain close
on a life no more.
Watch the soul exhale
into rainy skies.
As the dreams once dreamed
become memories.
Darkness alone
takes you from me.
Watch the light go out
on tomorrows no more.
Your lifeless hand
not mine to hold.
Close the doors to life
let the spirit soar high.
My time will come
in the smoke-filled skies.
I feel the end
as I walk away.
Not looking back
to see tears they fight.
Yet I, full of pain
smile with thoughts of you.
As holding you close
you gave up the fight.
Reah Roberts ©2009
Tales From Behind A Cushion 
amazing!!! well written.
And this is exactly how I felt with my last goodbyes to Father, Maria.
This is the type of poem that is relevant for today and always. xx