Grandpa Poem by shenika vermaak
Grandpa
One year ago you died, and still we mourn,
Nor will our mourning end till it be night,
Even as time turns our tears to light
Years hence, when this may be more easily borne.
Each moment of your passion and delight,
As clear as sunshine, bountiful and bright,
Remains our fortune now that you are gone.
Poignant write/rememberance of a precious life! ! ! ! ! A sad poem though! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 4:12:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good poem gave me goosebumps!