Great Uncle Junis died
and was buried
on Christmas Eve.
Thirty-one people
came to see him off.
I saw him in a suit
for the first time in my life;
no wife, no children,
no wealth to leave
only the memory of his joy
when he played the French harp
and sang for passers-by.
I think of an Aztec poem,
that says though I perish
the songs I sang will still be sung.
So I make a place
for his music to live
forever in my soul.
Adios, mi tio,
last legacy of my grandfather’s
generation. Adios.
Sorry for the loss of your Great Uncle.
It is a good thing ,the way you have chosen to remember, his gift that lives.
peace
Thank you, so very much.
good poem,
I like the three-line stanzas
and the bit about the songs he sang still being sung
Thank you, ocksblog
I really appreciate what you said:)
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Remembering is a way to let the death rest in peace, it is truly what it all meant to be =D Glad that you think this way =D, they live within us and we remember them^^
Thank you, Riika.
I appreciate your visit and your words.
Sorry for the loss.. This is good one..
Someone Is Special
Happy Rally
–Someone Is Special–
Thank you!
make a place for music to live,
how divine?
cute poem!
Thanks, Jingle.
Music can be a legacy.
Thank you for the participation,
your major target is to visit and comment for participants from my list,
get them like your work.
have fun!
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I love this! It’s so simply put and direct. The line breaks and phrasing really come across as being just right and keep your poem tight while providing a sense of momentum. The nostalgic tone isn’t overdone, and I felt that you used imagery with great effect to convey the emotional depth in this piece. Great work.
xacrest,
I really appreciate your feedback. It’s specific. I think poet’s need that. I hope to follow your example when I read others’ work. Thanks again, so very much.
A great tribute to your Uncle
Thanks so much.
A RIP goes out to your uncle as well as my condolences
My entry for week 31
http://hindawy.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/the-other-side-of-the-sun/
thank you
A lovely memory. The suit is telling, isn’t it? We had a friend who was buried in his jeans. I was kind of shocked, but then, he always wore jeans. Why do we insist on making death a dress up occasion? He’d spent so long facing it down at the cancer ward, I think death was just another old friend to sit with over the kitchen table. Death didn’t deserve a suit. (Oh. There’s a poem there, too. Thanks for the image!)
Shawn on the Rally
http://shawnbird.com/2010/10/17/shes-gone
You’re right. Death didn’t deserve a suit. I love that. It should definitely be a poem. Thank you for your words!
Simple, straightforward and very telling.
Thank you for saying.
I read so many poetry blogs. most are disappointing. this was good!
Marit,
Thanks so much. Your words have just made my afternoon.
This is rather a celebration than lament.
He’s surely a blessing. =)
I hope you can share some of his verses?
I’ll be more than happy to read them.
Luvluv,
B
Here’s my share for this week’s Rally:
MOVING ON AND LETTING GO
HAPPY RALLY!
Thank you ever so much. I love the way you say it is a celebration! He never wrote anything down. He just carried this little harmonica in his shirt pocket and would pull it out at random and play Appalachian folk songs, the kind of stuff you might hear on that movie, The Song Catcher. Then he’d pull it out of his mouth and go to singing. Sometimes, he’d cry while he sang, especially if it were a spiritual song.
a simple yet beautiful tribute. thanks for sharing.
Siubhan,
I appreciate your words. Thank you.
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I’m sorry for your loss. You wrote a beautiful tribute here. I lost my grandfather recently, but I can’t seem to find the words for a fitting tribute to him.
Thank you for your kind words.
I am sorry to hear that you have lost your grandfather.
I am sure the words will come, mostly, your tribute to him will be in the life you lead. I have no doubt.
nostalgic and sentimental. great work
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