Rejoining Hands

As I picture the easing
of the passing away
of my father.

The end of suffering.

I see in front of me
the symbol of eternity.

A couple holding hands,
walking along in the park.

As they approach a tree,
they're hands become free.

and rejoin again once passed.

So now I see
the image of my father
finally rejoining hands with my mother
and setting off,
on another journey.

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