Kaddish
In Memory of Alzheimer’s Victims |
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Here where the souls are sleeping,
Here where the dwarf yew thrives,
Where even the stones are weeping
For countless ruined lives,
We mourn for words unspoken
For promises unbroken
And silently leave a token
Where only the past survives.
The bonds we can never sever,
The pain that we fail to show
Will hold us in thrall forever
As long as the blood can flow.
With voice and look deceiving
We live again the leaving
Concealing the secret grieving
That only the heart can know.
Here now the sun is setting,
And a chill infects the air.
In this valley of no forgetting
We intone the traditional prayer.
Our eyes to the heavens now lifting
See silvery snow petals drifting
To the shadows below, slowly sifting
Among evergreen branches there.
We question with foolish misgiving
As winter begins to unfold
How we in the land of the living
Can shelter the dead from the cold.
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— Jack M. Pollock |
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