Life’s tragic call awakens me, bathes me
in nostalgia - these fatigue separates the
living and those touched by sad remembrance.
It is good enough that love binds us all
since birth - order, foundation that evolve
into irreparable livelihood. These pages
of your life, often skipped with my absence,
condense, for our view, your life journey,
your fruits, and your celebrated rewards.
I would admire these tokens of your life,
for I would not have them in profusion.
I would admire the hands of providence
that took you from the heathen ranch and me
from the deep waters in which did breed
all life’s untamed and soiled gentleness.
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