Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Elegy

We know they are not coming home
And we care not one bit
We keep their fire in our hearts
And we keep their candles lit
They let us share their world
And so to thank them we must
Keep them in our memories
As they slowly turn to dust
Mingling with the turning Earth
To find their peace again
And we hope to meet them all
Though we're really not sure when

First posted on Jezebel.com.

2 comments:

  1. I'm not sure I've ever had a poem elicit that reaction before, at least not one I didn't intend to elicit that reaction. :)

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