Second time
All together
Now sunny
Then, murky:
ironic the rain,
stricter mood;
With loved ones gathered
Eyes on U.S. flag
Blanketing custom bed
Tears blended from
Falling wet.
To stay a while longer
Though the time would come
To join the earth,
Not him, but his body.
One year after
Stone of his favorite things
We gather in the sun
Much lighter mood.
June 5, 2010
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Great mood/tone. The last paragraph hits it so perfect. Great poem!
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