We arose as a community to your past this morning
To honour your memory.
We searched through the cooling summer breezes
For one glimpse of you and thought
Our hearts would surely topple off the edge of some
Unseen mountain ledge or sand trail
As each flitting shadow
Recalled some day gone by
When you were among us.

We remember your laughter as
You played with your children; their muddy games
A dionysian delight of summer spells;
The windy, night-turning, soft-cooling, cloud-rolling fancy
When you were present and the world was fresh
With your smile and your simple, merry mischief.

Now we grow weary of the search
Knowing not what the future will bring;
Only that you will not appear.
Each of us waiting, with lowered eyes;
Remembering what we might have done—
And should have said.

So do not punish us with silent rebuttal.
Acknowledge us, because
Even now we need to know—
And must be sure—
You understand; even as we continue
Each of us in our own way and with our own memories.
Yet none of us understanding why life must be
The way it is.

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