Remember

And who can stop the love for such as this?
Not time or tide or weeping hearts.
Nor can the bitter dregs of loss
Betray the truth that he once was.

For love is forged by stronger stuff, and life
Must shape itself to light the path
Long past the memory of those
Who spoke, and lived, and loved, and left.

A blessing then, that we who've stayed behind
Will see him in the hardest task
And in so doing, lift the heart
Of mother, brother, children. wife.
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maeve