He Was Carried in a Carriage

He was carried in a carriage, and then lowered to the Earth.

He was saluted by the soldiers, and they fired rifles in the air –
to thank him for his life.

He was mourned by oh so many, then was welcomed by his lot.

My uncle was laid to rest today, and yet the world toils on.

Somewhere, he is smiling down on me…on mine…on his.

Or maybe that’s just the loss of him…playing with my mind again.

Asking me to remember, always, his gentle smile. By the mole on his left cheek.

I see him, today, vividly…almost in 3D.

He was carried in a carriage, and now held in our hearts till our end.