Rest In Heaven

Stubble mushrooming his chin he showed up on the door without his trademark grin he looked clearly sore. He motioned me to sit on a chair in the room with low watt light his sullen stare and disheveled hair said things weren't alright. I sat in the embarrassing silence thinking what might be the cause what lay behind the simmering suspense why my friend looked so morose. There wasn't a sound in the whole house the creepy stillness was deafening with only the clock ticking sleepy hours carried the night on its wing. Sensing something was definitely wrong gauged from his eyes swollen red his father I knew was ailing for long surely he was mourning the dead. Where's uncle I set words in pace long time I haven't him heard making a dispassionate face he pointed his finger upward. So proved true my worst fear the son was mourning the demise everything was now clear my shock I couldn’t disguise. For you what a terrible blow so early for him to have gone my words poured sad and slow may his soul rest in heaven. My friend now spoke in awed face I couldn’t miss his perturbed glare My father is fine God bless he is only resting upstairs!