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I believe I fell asleep last year at the cusp of a new agenda.
As a new virus took root, I found myself eradicated from society
in a way I never imagined.
All of a sudden instead of immersing myself in music and dance
and coffee talk chats, I found myself immersed in diluted contact
such as social distancing and Zoom;
mother-in-law dies
so does my bird named, Ringo
we bury them both
The same day we bury our Gloucester canary in the backyard,
we buried my mother in law, as I partook in a family funeral
miles away from home, I realized that the sun non-selectively
continued to shine no matter what . So much has happened
in such a short span, I feel it is out of my hands.
six months later
still waiting for the vaccine,
life can be so mean
Poem for Dad
Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
must one day be given back
for life was lent by Earth's hand
and now it is returned
Dad though lives always in us
He is the movement of the swaying tree
The light that dawns our day
He is the sparkle glistening on the sea
The energy of the wave
He is the melody of the singing bird
The notes that flutter down
He is the rustling leaves that can be heard
The greening of the ground
All that was
that nature gave
became our love, our life, our friend
All that was
that nature gave
through us need never end
Dad, we return nature's gift
with the privilege such a gift was given
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Origingal Version: (by Clive Culverhouse)
Pagan Eulogy
[He/She as appropriate]
Of flesh and blood
that nature gives to our breath
must one day be given back
for life was lent by Earth's hand
and now it is returned
(The Deceased) though lives always in us
She is the movement of the swaying tree
The light that dawns our day
She is the sparkle glistening on the sea
The energy of the wave
She is the melody of the singing bird
The notes that flutter down
She is the rustling leaves that can be heard
The greening of the ground
All that was
that nature gave
became our love, our life, our friend
All that was
that nature gave
through us need never end
(The deceased) , we return nature's gift
with the privilege such a gift was given
Beside another, recent lain
Dug before the morning rain
Laid in rows midst flowers and grass
Where hand-carved marble speaks of past
Blackbird seeking worm or grain
Eyes the earthen mound again
Whence abundant morsal found
In spoil fresh dug from sacred ground
Brief cessation of the showers
Sunshine gifts it's warming powers
Somber, dressed in wispy shroud
Whispered calls to every cloud
Dampened grass wears tinsel glister
For mother, father, brother, sister
Whose Mourners silent walk the drive
Parting as the cars arrive
Handshakes, kisses, reminisces
Comfort sons and little misses
Gather, solumn ’side the grave
Adults tearful, children brave
Casket edging from its hearse
Nature opts to show its worst
Heavens open, pours torrential
Mourners stoic, reverential
For Gran and Gramps met in the war
Chance encounter Indian shore
Oft to tell despite the warm
Danced till night beneath a storm
Then beneath a leaning palm
Neither heeding risk of harm
She succumbed to young man's wishes
Shared the first of many kisses
Lowered now to Grandpa's side
Grief outshone by family pride
As Grandma grasps the binding tie
Of he in whom she feared no lie
One love, his wife, his children's mother
Never danced with any other
Ever gallant went before
To guide her hand to heaven's door
And like that storm of Asia past
Sun tames cloudburst near as fast
Wispy mists of dampness warmed
Dance ethereal, barely formed
Vapours of the afterlife
Moonlit glimpses, man and wife
Romance colours all our thoughts
Of Gran and Gramp's eternal waltz
Today my heart feels sorrow
Saying goodbye is hard to do
But I will cherish every moment
The memories I have of you
It's been the hardest thing to lose you
You meant so much to me
But to Robert and Evan also
A Great Grandmother always to be
You will always be in my heart Nan.
And that's where youll always stay
I'm so honoured to have been your grand daughter
I count my blessings every day
I did not want to lose you
But you did not go alone
Because a part of me went with you
When heaven called you home
So just remember one thing
We are not apart
You're with me in my memories
And in my broken heart
Loving you always Nanna
7/25/2019
When time moves on
And we have to stop to say goodbye
My how it reminds us how time flies by
Oh why must we say goodbye
When that just makes us want to cry
As I sigh and ask God why
I try to remember its part of Gods plan
Even if man doesn't understand
She gets to go to his wonderland
Where she has earned her way
So let us pray for a happy reunion someday
She would say that its ok
That God came to take her away
Way up beyond the sky where the angels play
With God by her side
When time moves on and we must say goodbye
Let us not ask ourselves why
That just makes us want to cry
Let us be better off for knowing
Her glowing presence that she was in life
We are all better off
For the memories, we shared along the way
She would say to never let your
Rainbows fade away
Because time moves on
And we all live our lives day after day
So when you pray don't worry I'm ok
That it's my turn for God to take me away
Where I will be waiting for you someday
Let me say when time moves on
And we find ourselves remembering
The memories we made each day
So let us pray because today
I'm on my way up beyond the sky
where the angels play
I want you all to know I planned it that way
With God guiding me as we sway
Every step of the way
I will be looking for you when you pray
Because when time moves on
It's really not goodbye
So try not to ask why it's part of Gods plan
Even if man doesn't understand
I love you all very much
So let us all stay in touch when you pray
I will be listening and watching
Overall of you with God by my side
Understand we must all take this ride
So lets not all hide behind
But rather let's celebrate my life today
Because I planned it this way
And I get to be with God day after day so I will be ok
Think of me when you pray
Because I'm in heaven with God in every way
This is my special day
Think of me when you pray each day
I will never be far away
V
She’ll always be our family’s valedictorian of sight…
For
She was the no nonsense type of woman who gave all of her love and insight to the world…
That was her gift, her sight and God’s sun that shinned through her… known as the light.
Hattie is our family’s pillar of strength;
Our educator of many lessons learned…
The type…
Who’d go the extra mile, the width, the distance and length; in insuring our family’s security, history, legacy; as well as other lesson’s passed down through the years …and now she leaves us with a scale from one… right down to her last lesson of the tenth.
And As
We come together as a family in the memories of Hattie…
We’ve all come to the conclusions of being blessed in having our own personal relationships with her that was meant to be; and with that in mind…
Her eyes of beauty will always shine through and within us; for all to remember and see.
And now that
She’s looking down upon us proudly… she’s happy to have engraved her individual and personal memories down within your hearts, minds and souls.
For
This is the biggest lesson that she leaves behind; her own personal legacies of personal stories with you to cherish; her own personal touch for which she alone and personally chose.
And now,
The heavens have opened up for Hattie and now she’s received her wings; with the angels rejoicing and singing.
Can’t you all see?
For this is what she envisioned her legacy, vision and happiness of memories with you to be;
A wonderful spirit of the wise
With the glimpse of looking through her eyes, so you can see
Her touch of class that will never die…
And lastly, “THE BEAUTIFUL EYES OF HATTIE”.
The Lingering and the Unconsoled Heart
by Michael R. Burch
There is a silence—
the last unspoken moment
before death,
when the moon,
cratered and broken,
is all madness and light,
when the breath comes low and complaining,
and the heart is a ruin
of emptiness and night.
There is a grief—
the grief of a lover's embrace
while faith still shimmers in a mother’s tears ...
There is no gruesomer time, nor place,
while the faint glimmer of life is ours
that the lingering and the unconsoled heart fears
beyond this: seeing its own stricken face
in eyes that drift toward some incomprehensible place.
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Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.
With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.
One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.
Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.
The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.
The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.
The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.
Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.
They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.
Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.
She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.
She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.
She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.
How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.
Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.
She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.
There's not much to say.
I knew her, know some things,
but certainly not all.
I know how little she put up with fools,
how her cooking surpassed so many others',
how simultaneously sweet and hard she could be.
I know about her smoking,
about her jewelry, her faith,
all these I'll hold close to me.
Every single spark, every star,
shines with such a glow, such a marvelous radiance,
that we can't gaze too closely at it,
lest we cause ourselves pain.
And yet, despite ourselves, again and again,
we do;
because it's not within us to resist
the sheer beauty of it all,
of stories and of life.
A bouquet of tulips for you.
We all miss you already, Grandma.
I miss you.
I know Heaven's got you, taking no guff as always,
making sure we're all doing alright.
I love you.
Andrew James (McGillicutty) Sprouse
No Getting Back to Normal, a 9-11 Poem
by Michael R. Burch
for the survivors of 9-11
Intrude upon my grief; sit; take a spot
of milk to cloud the blackness that you feel;
add artificial sweeteners to conceal
the bitter aftertaste of loss. You’ll heal
if I do not. The coffee’s hot. You speak:
of bundt cakes, polls, the price of eggs. You glance
twice at your watch, cough, look at me askance.
The TV drones oeuvres of high romance
in syncopated lip-synch. Should I feel
the underbelly of Love’s warm Ideal,
its fuzzy-wuzzy tummy, and not reel
toward some dark conclusion? Disappear
to pale, dissolving atoms. Were you here?
I brush you off: like saccharine, like a tear.
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