One Week Later...

A son writes words of remembrance,
while a grandson plays cords of the same reverence.
A wife now a widow wonders,
finding strength in others while the world spins.
Pain long lived ends as the sun rises,
a new day begins.
We all still hear your voice,
in the wind.
Eyes open or eyes shut,
awake or asleep,
those doors that are thought to be shut,
are seen forever open.
Rest easy and find peace,
these are my wishes for him.