Partly inspired by the classic "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot", the following is a tribute to my Uncle who recently passed. I love you Uncle Charles <3
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I don't remember what his eyes looked like
When they looked away.
When the pink of his lips turned to grey
Ashen-- like the stone of his grave.
I don't remember the last words he spoke to me
But I remember a smile
As he stood, sinewy, upon wilted frame.
He was to go and fly away with the wind.
Up high to the heavens where they waited for him.
"Much too soon," the whole world cried,
"But that wind's gonna carry him home.
And we're singin' sweet, sweet songs that are not our own,
'Cause that wind is gonna carry him home."
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WAVES: A Book of Poems
PoetryLife is like a cycle and we are in constant motion. We are like the water- high tide and low tide. We rise, we fall and we evaporate. We are the ocean, we are the sea we are the rivers and all that lies beneath. Copyright © 2017 Marlee John. All...
