
“To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is the triumph over old age.” Thomas Bailey Aldrich
To Be Grand Will I be buried with the symbols of my life - golden shoes, anointed with rich mead and scattered jewels; will they prepare my altar and sweep my grave removing all the joss dust I might have accumulated? Will they set fire to my bones so that I might find the glory of that which comes after life and list me among all the souls? Will they celebrate my ways of stumbled parenting? I hope they toast the grandness of my second round. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
The almighty God will take care of all of us!
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Counting on it 🙂
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🌸🙏🌸
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I like the idea of toasting the grandness of someone’s second round.
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I’m hoping Liz 🙂
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An amazing poem evoking an emotional response to this reflection on our passing
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And how to be grand parents too – the second round.
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…and fantastic image. Those burial slippers/socks particularly…thanks Paul.
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Thank you Peter 🙂
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The grandness of the second round.. the afterlife… always the question of what next!! Interesting musings!
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Thank you so much Rajani
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