A poem for my passed grandfather.
In Memory Of Mr Frank Duke
~The Life I Have Lived~
But man and boy I have been
walked and crawled this vast land you see
my bare hands have clutched the soil
and held it tight and fast
whilst a summers sun shone her beauty
down upon me so
and warmed my but cold frail hands
I have seen rain fall upon
the furrows I have made
and watched in the turning months
life burst forth from deep within
I have listened to hallowed sonnets
and heard such beautiful notes
as if uttered by Queens and Kings
as majestic flower heads swayed
in a summers mid evening breeze
I have seen despair and crys of need
And I have carried dreams of those lost
only to lose them myself once more
but only to find them growing for me
in my garden of pure and utter hope
so to you I leave such wonderment and beauty
my garden of wishes
my field of dreams
in the blessing that you will give your love
as I surely have
and in return you will
receive but my undying love....
~ ALWAYS ~
1 comment:
This piece really touched me. It brought back a rush of memories; some of which I carry with me for the rest of my life.
Regards,
Melech
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