I REMEMBER MY SONS
Life is short and sweet.
Death is final and sudden.
Our dreams are misty memories,
Of days long departed,
But not forgotten.
Marc and Danny are gone.
But around the corner,
And down the bedroom hall,
There is an echo that returns,
Again and again.
Autumn is here and bright leaves
Fall upon the small graves.
In their rustlings I hear
Sweet voices whispering.
"We were there."
In the moving shadows,
I can see those beautiful faces.
In the gleaming water,
Soft brown eyes seem to shine.
And I remember.
Yes I recall those laughing eyes,
And their curling black hair.
Those are my sleeping memories,
Which suddenly awake and make me wonder
About life – and death
.
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