Today ashes spread
upon the sea, your spirit
set free
Carpe Diem’s prompt is Departed Soul. Today was the memorial service for the man who modeled goodness to me as a child. He will always be father in my heart.
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Sorry for your loss..A beautiful tribute…
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Andy thank you for your kind comment 🙂
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Leslie, I remember how important that man is to you. Thankfully he fulfilled that father role to you, which likely made a very great difference in your life. It is rather beautiful that his ashes were scattered on the sea. I love “your spirit set free.” Beautiful, my friend.
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Thank you Sherry for your sweet words 🙂
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Indeed a fine verse of remembrance.
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Thank you Charlie
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A sad but nice poem,Leslie.
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The sea is the place where many of us find rest (in this life and the next)
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Dear Leslie
Your loss through pain
is your fathers gain
so pop champagne.
In all you do
a love shines through
the love he knew.
A daughters heart
a fathers shoulder
who be the boulder?
This rock of depend
much more than friend
and right too the end.
Now set adrift on sea
under no loch nor quay
be his spirit sailing free.
Gone on new explore
though the exited door
to find that distant shore
but not forever more.
Tis how it is and must be faced
Not forgotten nor replaced
none recyclable in haste
for there isn’t any waste.
Everything came to conclusion
we be under no illusion nor delusion
that this death is our exclusion,
death is merely an intrusion.
Just as sure as paper meets with pen
who knows where who knows when
ne’er the twain shall meet again?…
(C)David A.Yates 2014
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David thank you. Your voice is one of kindness and understanding.
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Touching and poignant.
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A beautiful tribute.
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This touched me deep … it brought memories back about spreading the ashes of my grandma … nice tribute Leslie … wish you a lot of strenght.
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A lovely tribute, Leslie. All the best.
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Beautifully said. Take good care.
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