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His silhouette, as he stood by the stone, Resembled a thoughtful Alfred Hitchcock With fine cane in hand, slightly stooped Fingers from his free hand, touching lightly The carefully carved grey marbled stone Lost in thought and dying sunshine A single tear falls, as he smiles Then cane in hand, turns, walks away Carrying the name on the stone with him.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
The Last Relative
His silhouette, as he stood by the stone, Resembled a thoughtful Alfred Hitchcock With fine cane in hand, slightly stooped Fingers from his free hand, touching lightly The carefully carved grey marbled stone Lost in thought and dying sunshine A single tear falls, as he smiles Then cane in hand, turns, walks away Carrying the name on the stone with him.
Thoughtful piece, after attending a family funeral, where it struck me how sad it must be to be the last family member in a generation.
#sadness#funeral#memory#relative
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English
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
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