Like curtains closed his eyes

A happy death is joy and sorrow twined
My man was going and it was not wrong
Yet sheets of tears fell  from my little eyes.

A sheet so dense I could not see the line
Of nurses,doctors,listening to my songs
A happy death is joy and sorrow twined

I never saw my nervous father die
And so his death in life did not belong
No sheet of tears fell down from my  child’s eyes.

My mother too  escaped  her daughter’s sight.
So I  had no  pasts to dwell among
A happy death is joy and sorrow twined

Darkness fell on London, and moonlight
I know  I was  quite silent having sung
Still sheets of tears fell down from widowed eyes.

I saw the hands of gold from Heaven descend
I was embraced too , death had no sting
A happy death is peaceful   and divine
The sheets of tears,  like curtains,  clothed his eyes