A journey of four years since penning the Ode
How did it pass, I know not now
Seemed difficult and tears gushed at first
A yawning chasm, seemed full of dust.
As dust to dust, yet at times you felt
Like moonbeams that flit with reality
A word, a thought, a tinkling laugh
All enough to trigger a memory.
Time stands not still, the humdrum life goes on
Taking in its flow, your memories
Till points were reached, where I took a pause
And wondered what your advice to me would be.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, so they say
In hindsight, I now delight in the wisdom you shared
I know you listen, as I speak in my heart
Things that I still share with you on many a day.
No words needed – a thought, a delight, a question answered
All done - deep within the recesses of my heart
Through cakes that bake, and cleanliness drives
I know your spirit lives on in me.
Times stands not still, with the unseen hand
I’m glad I went through the angst of grief
‘Tis moulded me as nothing else would
Tears cloud my eyes – now in love, not grief.
As I see Dad, living the best he can
Half of a whole, yet whole within.
Your passion & strength, his compassion & love
Ideals to live up to, in this life I live.
The grief is done, I knew not when
Peace within, I know not how.
'Tis now I feel the meaning of what I wrote then
‘She lives in my life; I’ll hear her in my heart’.
-Ann
Joseph
