I feel it in the graveyard moss;
The words are there, but they seem lost
As I run my fingers through the leaves:
That fell in the wake of Winter’s Eve,
I think of those times where years were small,
Where life was young, but I knew it all.
In the land of woods and imagination,
I spread my arms with fascination,
Crawling on the floors with toys and smiles,
And hearing stories I was told as a child,
I always thought you’d never go;
But what did I really know.

A full adult in age and looks,
I’ll never learn from history books,
That there’s a sickness one survives,
One that keeps them well alive.
I’m a child at heart with a mind askew,
But I’ll always and forever remember you
Rest in peace, you deserve the best,
Hidden from the world, but buried with the rest
Who have fought and who have won,
Who had daughters and who had sons;
Who had wives and children of children,
Who had it all and who was barren,
Who lacked loved, who lacked faith,
Who lacked the ability to stay awake,
Who knew sorrow, who knew cries,
Who saw the worst with their good-byes;

Like the dew in morning,
That kisses the grass;
Like the sun at dusk,
Covering the world in brass;
Like the light of a smile,
That’s infectious with ease;
Like the strands of hair,
That dance with the breeze:

You will be there in spirit,
You will be there in heart;
I may finish without you,
But you helped me start.

Rest in love, rest in peace,
Rest assured you rest in me.

 
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