Generations Marched Away

Samhain is that time of year
When you can feel ancestors near
The veil between the worlds grows clear
And thin as lace
You feel that you could reach out – here –
And touch a face.

But “ancestors” is a lofty word
A whisper down the ages heard
When ancient deeds and works occurred
Now indistinct
Lives and feelings long interred
Almost extinct

My own Dad died not long ago
A blink of time, as these things go
My Granddad, Nana, Gran – ditto
And yet it seems
They live on in my heart and soul
And in my dreams

Their fathers, mothers, family home
Now seen in pictures, faded grown,
Were by them dearly loved and known
With feelings fresh
And made their souls, their skin and bone
Flesh of our flesh

So generations marched away
Passing their love down to this day
As we will pass it, if we may
And gods allow
By how we act and what we say
Here and now

So raise a glass to family dear
Gone from this world, but always near
Leave in your glass a drop of cheer
And to them prove
That we still feel their presence, clear
In present love

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2 thoughts on “Generations Marched Away

  1. Lovely work, Paul.
    “The veil between the worlds grows clear
    And thin as lace
    You feel that you could reach out – here –
    And touch a face.” – my stand out favourite part. 🙂

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