It was 3pm at the communist funeral and the family poets were stepping up to the plate. I read my own tribute, a heartfelt and at times funny riff on the Marx Brother’s refrain hello I must be going. My cousin Dara read a poem he had written too. The refrain of his poem (we have a similar writing style in some ways, we love a bit of repetition) was
I am sorry for your loss. And I am touched by hearing your words about this person. I didn't know Robert a moment ago, but I know a little now. May his light shine through your collective and inspire others, too.
I am sorry for your loss. And I am touched by hearing your words about this person. I didn't know Robert a moment ago, but I know a little now. May his light shine through your collective and inspire others, too.