Your legacy lies behind closed eyes,
The wind teasing eyelashes that would only part for God,
And though you are gone, I remember,
The songs that kept you alive,
Irish folk songs from previous generations,
Sung to you by a family,
That you only remembered half of,
And my voice mixing with yours,
In harmony,
And melody,
And verses upside down and out of order,
We’d laugh,
Then we’d leave,
Then we’d cry,
As we remembered yesterday,
Your eyes were full of life,
True blue to the end,
And though waxen and still,
You belong in our hearts,
Forever.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Your legacy lies behind closed eyes,
The wind teasing eyelashes that would only part for God,
And though you are gone, I remember,
The songs that kept you alive,
Irish folk songs from previous generations,
Sung to you by a family,
That you only remembered half of,
And my voice mixing with yours,
In harmony,
And melody,
And verses upside down and out of order,
We’d laugh,
Then we’d leave,
Then we’d cry,
As we remembered yesterday,
Your eyes were full of life,
True blue to the end,
And though waxen and still,
You belong in our hearts,
Forever.
