Eloi

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 01:05 -- kjacobi

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RIP 1921-2013 Though my body, broken and batteredHas long since faded away,My mind and soul and heartAre vivid and shall not decay. Though my bones may moan in protestOr my limbs cry out in pain,My spirit is as young as ever,For never shall I wane. Hear this, Father Time:I know of your design.Many shells you have weakened,But you shall not weaken mine.

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kjacobi

This poem is written in memoriam of my grandmother who passed away in February this year.

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