Memorial: Poem
Death takes the body.
The soul leaves for new destination
To ultimate original population.
What is left is a story,
The laughter, and memory.
The love continues to live
To feel
Within us.
It is a trans pass.
Every life has part
By long-lasting impact
On choices and voices,
Our sadness and kindness.
We, who stand by,
We, who stayed behind,
Have our own mind.
We keep photo images as a treasury.
The stories are not from the library.
They are the primary
Reasons that stay for century.
The mind still talks to you.
The heart still looks for you.
The soul knows you are at peace
But we all missed you,
And always will do.
Tomshinsky@2025
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