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...