This weekend where offerings are given to ancestors, this poem came to me like a whisper. My mother fluent, in Spanish teaching in secondary school as Head of Modern Languages, reminded me that is was Dia de los Muertos, Day of the Dead So, this poem is an offering to my grandfather Donald Farey who has been in my thoughts since commemoration of his birthday, gently inspiring me to keep going through and writing my Ph.D. even when it get's uphill and hard.
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Grandad your light shines
These Autumn days
I remember your humorous ways
As the penny drops
Hiding on a bottle top
Your cheeky smile arises
Out of your playful surprises
Writing in my light filled room
A grief arises all too soon
As I look upon our reservoir memories
Walking hand in hand after gathering daises
You taught how being gentle is strength
To be kind in life for all its length
Just as a female wolf leads from behind
You taught me to gently listen and guide
Helping others to thrive
You're still a light in my life
Your soul lives through my words as I write
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