In Memoriam
Sea path shimmers beneath the Autumn sun. Above the wash of waves the wind does sigh. I know that time and tide eternal run, Yet I am haunted by a seagull’s cry. Memories ebb and flow and call up ghosts – Flotsam, jetsam upthrown on shores of mind. Soft lulling swell can’t stem the wayward hosts Of thought. Tears fall, although the sun is kind. Lover, brother, first born – departed, gone. A son remains, stands tall, assured and proud. Dispels my sadness. Death’s dark knell is done. I’ll sea-sing him praise, day long, out loud. The rest, I hope to see them one time more. In some other land, on some distant shore. Nicola Tipton
