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A triumphant voice denotes A life leaving this room. We should not be surprised; It tells us:           I once was there where many stories           filled many shelves. And now, another memory becomes Another treasure to mine in days of leisure.           We join in exultation. There is less serious work about now. We step in and out of shadows Cast by the sun filtering through Her tree and picture window. The shadows reach many rooms. She and I were present   In many of Shakespeare's tombs. Together we witnessed Royalty paraded: Elinore, Lear, Macbeth, The Dane. Her lineage is confirmed. Our busy stage is less crowded With the exit of La Grande Dame, Elizabeth.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
La Grande Dame
A triumphant voice denotes A life leaving this room. We should not be surprised; It tells us:           I once was there where many stories           filled many shelves. And now, another memory becomes Another treasure to mine in days of leisure.           We join in exultation. There is less serious work about now. We step in and out of shadows Cast by the sun filtering through Her tree and picture window. The shadows reach many rooms. She and I were present   In many of Shakespeare's tombs. Together we witnessed Royalty paraded: Elinore, Lear, Macbeth, The Dane. Her lineage is confirmed. Our busy stage is less crowded With the exit of La Grande Dame, Elizabeth.
Funeral euology for a Great-Grandmother.
#death#eulogy
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
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