I read the following poem at the memorial service of my maternal granddaddy. Here is a recording taken later, for my mother.
It marks us now- in truth, true love,
Must end in tragedy.
One parts, one bides, a mourning dove,
Regret not bended knee.
The happy endings- fairytales.
They finish, all the same.
Delight in middles- love prevails,
Beginnings overcame.
Goodnight my darling, fare thee well,
An honor it has been.
One day we’ll hear that bitter bell-
Yet choose our path again.
♥︎ Let us all keep our lanterns lit, and look out for one another.
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