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Prose for the Quietus of Life : This Heritage Poem

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This Heritage

They are not dead,

Who leave us this great heritage

Of remembered joy.

They still live in our hearts,

In the happiness we knew,

In the dreams we shared.

They still breathe,

In the lingering fragrance windblown,

From their favourite flowers.

They still smile in the moonlight’s silver

And laugh in the sunlight’s sparkling gold.

They still speak in the echoes of words

We’ve heard them say again and again.

They still move,

In the rhythm of waving grasses,

In the dance of the tossing branches.

They are not dead;

Their memory is warm in our hearts,

Comfort in our sorrow.

They are not apart from us,

But a part of us

For love is eternal,

And those we love shall be with us

Throughout all eternity.

- Author Unknown

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