Came across a poem I wrote in 2006 on the occasion of my Aunt Sade's funeral, the third person to pass out of my life in less than a year... with the passing of Sarah last week, yet another piece of the past vanishes forever into time:
Today
I went to my
third funeral
in eleven months.
Each person gone,
closer than
the last;
each person gone,
a little piece
of my past
vanishes
and fades
forever
into time.
© Ray Cattie
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