I wrote this poem in memory of our friend Dr Ian "Pete" Griffith who died in December 2011, just before his 70th birthday. Laurie MacDonald read it at his memorial service in January.
Death is like a stone
thrown in a pond
bringing a ring of ripples
and a few fond
memories then it all
fades away
as the stone embeds itself
in sand and clay
leaving the stillness - so
it was your turn
to listen to the final sweet
nocturne
you were a skeptic but
I like to think
that those left stay connected
through the links
that forge relationships
and destinies
to live on in our veins
and arteries
it's just a little sojourn
here on earth
each of us struggles - but
each struggle's worth
the effort - though you
never did believe
in after-worlds - in this life
you achieved
enough to stir the urge
to carry on
our word-journeys - as if you hadn't gone
we won't forget - each Christmas
we will meet
to drink to your uniqueness -
farewell Pete
© Hazel S S Hall
12 December 2011
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