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This Thing Called Life
by Ann MillsIt's always been hard
that's no lie
But it's harder when
the good ones have to die
I wasn't even close
like I once was
And that's just because....
I dreamed last night
he was in it
Not for very long
just for a minute
But his message to me
Was in his laughter, he's free
He's got the joy of it
It's up to us to do the rest of it.
05/23/2007 Author's Note: This is dedicated to my children's grandfather who passed this past May to go to his eternal home. He will be greatly missed by all who knew him. It is my hope that if I have learned anything from him, then what I take to heart the most was how he never had a bad word to say about anyone. Ever.
Posted on 07/21/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 07/28/07 at 02:25 AM Hi Ann,
A lovely tribute for a grandfather. I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. All of my grandparents are gone. As well as both my parents now. Mom in Nov, last and Dad in Feb this year. Lots of hugs. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/07 at 10:04 PM Ann, what a great tribute to a guy I wish I had gotten a chance to meet and know. Your rhymes are so appropriate, knit into the meaning with aplomb. I alo like your point about taking a lesson left for us by someone's life and spirit. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/18/08 at 03:12 PM Congrats on POTD. Sounds like a fine man, Ann. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/18/08 at 08:48 PM Congratulations on POTD!
An interesting philosphical twist! |
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