Hours
The hours slip through time,
as time seeps through the hours;
and flowers
mark the beginning
and the end of time.
Celebration of life and death;
eyes open for the first time
or close for the last,
and tears tear the heart.
A new life now grows
for time never slows
but seeps through the hours.
My Words, My World 
Gorgeous. A beautiful eulogy.
Thank you, much appreciated.