Just a side note that my grandfather, Harold Hipshear passed away at his home on Wednesday night. I was with my family for the Easter weekend and his funeral services afterwards. One of the most difficult things is always made easier with a family such as mine. I am so lucky to have them all! I hope they read this and give me some feedback. I am working on this song in memory of him, and this is what I have so far:
And the last breath he took was my father's--
And the last breath he took with a smile on his face
With his wife, in a room that he built with his own two hands.
We remember his name and a story--
We remember his name and the smile on his face
With his kids, on the farm and the whole Hipshear clan.
Whenever we cry it's our shared greif
Whenever we cry it's because we must stay
With his love, in our hearts and our minds always.
1 comment:
Well, I've always thought your poetry was good. This one is too. It's one of those that are wrenched out of you and you write it crying. Keep going on it, I think there's more in you.
love, mom
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