In Loving Memory

Ode to those that have passed,
Who wither a bit in our hearts and minds,
But gather steam in a world not too far away.
We long to be by their side and rejoice we may one day
At the sight of their face
And the sound of their laugh.

May they have uprooted the grave the day they were laid down.
May we hear their voice again.
Truly, ode to those that have passed.
In loving memory of our ancestors and loved ones
We say, "Live on! 
Do not wither away."