Sunday, 21 September 2008

The Door is Ajar

A veteran quiet and calm
And a dignified silence swallows us all

We will remember him.

A memory once spoken and caught,
In the winds of time will live on forever.
Rejoicing over a presence at Christmas
That became a tradition.
Family photographs of tinsel and turkey
And even though the next photo may not contain the same,
The gap will not turn into a void
He has left our lives but not our hearts
And each flurried frenzy of wrapping
And tearing to find the jewel beneath
Will be watched,
But not from the armchair in the corner
But from a place where he waits in perfect bliss;
Whole and new
And remembering us just as fondly.

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