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The sun breaks the sky
on a new week it beams
But then rain does fall
like tears as heaven calls
For a light goes out on earth
in the heavens it now shines
Looking down on those he loved
never forgetting all left behind
As we all share a memory
of a man great and good
This beacon of a spirit
who made us smile like we should
So no tears for this man
for he looks upon us all
He had to answer
heaven’s eternal call
Shine on, shine on, shine on…
RIP Great-Uncle Ken. You shall be missed.
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Feb 18, 2014
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