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My Beloved Wife My Wonderful Sister
I stand upon solemn, moist ground,
Row upon row as I look around,
All is quiet, nary a sound,
Tis winter, cold and snowflakes abound
The crowd is hushed, in honor and respect,
Contemplating her life, from every aspect,
Patty’s legacy will have a generational effect,
Mother, teacher, friend, examples for all to inspect
“My beautiful wife,” “My wonderful sister,” so full of zest,
For her life, I was truly blessed,
Loved by all as you probably guessed,
She is now at peace and laid to rest
I’ve also come to pay my respects,
To all family members who have reached life’s apex,
So full of life I recall, now their deaths do perplex,
Marked by tombstones, each standing like an index,
Filled with love for each and every one,
“Yesterday,” they were all here, and now none,
Only memories remain, until my life is done,
But for the moment, I reminisce, warmed by the sun
In time all will be forgotten, “Then what was the purpose?” you ask,
Well, I don’t mean to be rude or take you to task,
But here is a simple thought I hope you can grasp,
“To love and care for each other,” before our time does lapse
Looking around, those who loved and cared for me, I see,
Images of Patty, Judy, Tim et al, overcome me,
Another chance to show my love for them, my only plea,
If only …, Such an opportunity would fill my heart with glee
But I must wait for the final beacon call,
When I am wrapped in my own personal pall,
To be interred in the somber pastoral sprawl,
Perhaps when the leaves are resplendent, as in the Fall
“You mentioned the ground was moist,” as I recall,
“Yes, bathed in the tears of loved ones,” often a veritable downfall,
Imagine families standing beside each grave, when death does befall,
Their grief expressed in weeping and sobs, unable to forestall
Years of tears, never to end,
Even now as these words are penned,
Be they for wife, parent, child, or friend,
Dampen the earth, for the sun and wind
On any given day, in places near and far away,
Someone is laid to rest, to return to the earth and decay,
Such loss, sorrow, and grief, no one can allay,
Another family left alone with tears and a bouquet
Often such a loss is an impetus to celebrate,
For family members finally gather in one aggregate,
To see, hug, hear news, share views, even adulate,
The benefits of which Patty would advocate
So be not shy, gather round one and all,
Adults, teenagers, and children so small,
Even senior citizens, should heed the call,
As if Patty rid the family of the reaper’s thrall
Ah, from the Black Death, lurks the Grim Reaper,
Waiting patiently for the next to depart, like a frightful timekeeper,
While we know not the hour nor the day, nay, only the scorekeeper,
Live, forgive, love, and enjoy, so as to thwart the stealthy soul seeker
Wednesday, February 1, 2023 |
