Resting his knee,
he holds his face
to bury his sobs
as she is laid to rest
We hold hands
as I gently squeeze
knowing too well
this may be our last embrace
Feeling his warmth,
his mighty strong hands,
he held us together
when she left this land
It’s only one slip away
before you’re gone too soon
On the drive home,
our last goodbye became true
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