The goodness of each one ripples down through time.
These people who have shared our life
The kindness of a word or a touch when it was needed
Flows onward
The space in time we each share
Is here like a wave
Leaving a ripple in our hearts.
And lessons recognized in their passing
Spread as rings on water, seen, then remembered
The goodness of each one ripples down through time
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(The boy in the red shirt is the great grandson of someone whose name is on the stone)
Press Democrat article is 10/07/19
Other fire poems
10/28/17 Among the flame then ash
12/13/17 Measure of Time
10/24/18 Haiku from fire days
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