Life is, and then it is not.
Like the twinkle of starlight .One blink and it's gone.
Is the life of a much beloved daughter.
Elvis we heard at her funeral, the slides revealing...
Revelling enriched by life.
She gave to the earth..
She gave to the little ones.
A Country and Western upbringing.
A clan of fine people.
Surrounded the table her Wake to enjoy.
Her father,
our friend and peer
Bid us " Take these fine Roses and remember her much.
Jessica and I knew B in a casual way when she came to church B.B.Qs. I don’t think she worshipped in buildings of stone, rather the wide open spaces and desert oases.
Young she seemed and quietly withdrawn, concealing a life ..a cup running over.
70. just a year older than me was she without my wrinkles and barnacles.
Her father lost her mother the end of last year. Still in his Mourning. Tears quickly to run like rivers of salt. When he cried over B’s casket…
F. always bids us take flowers at funerals and high holidays so here are 4 roses. To live far less long than a blink of an eye.
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