Monday, September 21, 2015

Not Gone...In Loving Memory of George





He’s not really gone
No, he (George) lives on
He laughs in his daughter
He strides in his son
He sparkles in blue eyes
And a little-boy grin
We see his nose
Or the set of a chin
Or funny-shaped toes
In his grand-children
He’s a soft, slow chuckle
He is hands that care
And in hearts that remember
He's a smile
A tear
And a prayer

© Janet Martin

We remembered George (grandpa of the little guys I babysit) today at his funeral.

This poem can be tweaked when used, to make it more personal...

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