Designs of the Heart

When do I mourn for you, my sis dear?

Life slipped as the machines went mute.

Everyone knew that the end was near

Yet, I hoped you would fight it out.

            Through your suffering I prayed for grace

Yes, there seemed a haughty glow,

When prayers ceased to remain pleas

And Lo! The Lord dealt his blow.

 I mourn for you, a little solace sought

The world expects me to fulfill all other demands.

We prioritize acts and thoughts

Behind another hearse, a funeral I attend.

            To mourn for you a lifetime’s short

            The mirth you filled was many a lifetime’s worth.

            Yet, from the world someday we depart

Neither you nor I decide the path.