A remembrance to an important and special soul...


Epistle to the third kindered soul..

Think you not
On the days you were brought
To this holy ground
Where humans are bound,
There your strength hold
Valiant and bold.
Young and old you taught
and the weak ones you support.
Their future you held,
Their problems you cared.
They claim you are able,
They know you are dependable.
Your name is whispered,
Your good deeds is remembered.

Think you not,
on the ways you have wrought,
know you now,
everyone would stood to bow.




Poetry by syer
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Written on 2008-12-19 at 06:23

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