Somewhere out there a grandmother passes
Earth to earth and ashes to ashes Their passing is life but also a sadness Long life lost, loved ones surround Softly falling tears the only audible sound Heads bowed as the salt hits the ground Silver hair, wrinkled skin, age percieved So much love given and thusly recieved But now, she is just waiting to be relieved At this moment a grandfather falls "My heart, it is stopping" is what he calls Born things must die, thus are the laws Survived by children, grandchildren, wife The family he worked to build his whole life Now that hard work has claimed its price Peacefully past, small gathering of friends Come to see his body off to the end The rest of the family will surely fend Right now a mother does die Her family upset, it helps to cry There is a reason if wondering why Cancer her bane, it ate her away Her own cells her life did betray On this earth, she could no longer stay Mourning family support one another The children so sad at the loss of their mother Their lives go on and hopefully recover A father gives in, he could not hand on His body begins to play a new song Moving on out unto heaven's lawn Stroke caught him on a bright Sunday morn With his whole family around safe and warm This situation for them was the norm His work respected, a legacy left From his future, this feels like a theft Leaving a family at home and bereft A song is destroyed through reckless pursuit Lost in testosterone in the height of his youth No chance of reaching an age to seek truth Accident stole his young life away At such a fast speed that boy did play Now without moving his body doth lay Great pain and tears his parents express He was their only, the part that was best They must now accept he is laid down to rest A young girl tragically lost is the worst She was like pure sunshine, now in a hearse The youngest should not the die in the first Like a summer flower, soft, bright, and sweet Her life only innocence, no chance for deciept The loss of such purity feels like defeat The animals wail with the birds in the sky The whole planet mourns and wonders why This sweet little girl was chosen to die No reason or rhyme can help ease the pain Of a loss in the family, naught else is the same Either young or old, death doth lay a claim The closer the loss the greater the pain Death is inseperable from living As long as there's breathe, we keep on giving We must carry on, we are strong beings Letting go is so hard, none want bereaving So sad Not bad Death for all must be had
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Natasha
5/11/2010 04:10:47
A lovely tribute to Edith. xxx
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