At the End of the Bridge

At the End of the Bridge

When I have my last lesson taught,

In my twilight, last breath taken,

My corporeal self, releasing the soul,

I will not be afraid,

As into the unknown,

A journey go I.

My the walk be short,

Across a bridge of rainbow hue,

Let my life be counted,

By the friendly faces,

I find waiting for me,

At the end of the bridge.

May Bast grant that I can speak,

To thee then,

So we can share thoughts,

Love, thanks, and hope,

Volumes of a life,

We could not vocalize when alive.

Will my first friend be there?

In all her blonde glory,

Friendly and loving,

Protector in my formative years,

I remember the times we played,

And how I cried when you went away.

Find me there my first confidant,

Only friend in teenage years,

With all your glorious orange hair,

While wandering stay thee true,

And a heart broke,

When you wandered away for good.

And my little darkness,

I wish I could have kept,

Your tired soul safe,

But it was not to be,

My heart is sorry,

But thankful for Shakespeare’s gift.

Will you be there little Juliet?

Given away, in order to be kept.

Your loss is a recent heartache,

I asked about you often,

And held you when I could,

Though not mine, will you wait for me there?

My gray lady,

My first baby on my own,

Quiet and unassuming,

A better friend,

I could not have had,

In my hours of need.

My middle child,

Loud and needy,

A beauty in black and white,

Left behind in a time of great pain,

We shall recover together,

If such as that can ever be.

My rescued baby,

Showing love with no bounds,

Helping me discover,

That helping those,

That walk the rainbow bridge home,

Is my calling.

My new little lady,

Bringing with her,

The joy of new life,

Sweet and content,

To take whatever love,

To her is given.

And my five tiny lives,

Who fate is for others,

To decide, may it be sweet,

May my choices be right for you,

But at the days end wait for me,

At the bridge’s end.

If eternity shall be spent,

With the friends,

At the end of the bridge,

What a glorious eternity,

Shall it be, a reflection,

Of a life well lived.