This was put in the program for my grandfather's memorial service and read aloud by my father to a church full of mourners.


Memorial Service

Frail bones and a tiny voice
(he's on his way to a man on a golden stool).
The pain will end thanks to a delicate choice
(he's on his way to a gated place where no one rules).




Poetry by kaytee
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Written on 2008-06-21 at 02:58

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Kathy Lockhart
very real and very true and so eloquently written.
2008-08-21