Always sitting in chairs,
the same windows and doors for almost forever.
There were as many smiles as there were tears
and I never really knew you.
I thought there would be silence
at a time like this.
But there are happy voices around
and the wheels keep on turning.
The sound of everything that is being,
vital, and of that what has come before.
Somewhere in that hubbub is your laughter.
and the clouds map out your smile.
1924-2011
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