In Memory of My Grandfather

What soul is this that life did take?

What bond is this that death did break?

When hoped I did for one last exception,

Time did prove a childish reflection.

Indeed he died before I wake

When dreams I had a fool did make.

Of simple concerns solving life’s small trials,

After we all prayed he’d stay awhile.

Yet again this path has proved a brief ill-fated journey;

It now seems senseless to waste time in worry.

Death will inevitably win the fight.

Believe we must, his spirit lives beyond this life.

by Tiara (edited 4/1/10 to read at funeral)