Blessed be my late vessel,
My cup of smiles, my bowl of hope,
Blessed be your way to heaven,
Your silent walk, my uncle's toes,
You'll be missed for blowing the wind,
For lighting the sun and growing the trees,
For falling the rain and cleaning the streets.
You'll be missed for your noisy sickness,
And your quiet, healthy resilience.
Your dying journey has just flown,
And your smile is still known.

© Lungelodube