A circle unbroken
Joined hands welcome more
Her childhood friends in days of yore
Where sunfilled eyes
And pretty dresses
Begged no disguise
With flowing tresses
She laughed and sang
The playful round
Loves sweetest pang
Her joyful sound
As a girl she was
The apples eye
No need to rest
Till lullaby
The heart of God
Neath blissful sky
No need to ask
Or question why
But circles cease to spin
And hands that held grow thin
And endings come
Where they once begin
The shoulder tossed
And tear brimmed eye
Where trustt is lost
In the long goodbye
The tresses fall
and curl and die
The dresses torn
Loves heart belie
The circle trod now stands alone
And every heart has flitted home
Yet here she stands
That little girl
With every pleat
And every curl
No more to dance
Play hand to hand
And laughter fades
On summers strand
The hours of night A restless heart
The names of those who must depart
Called out into the voiceless dark
Where only hope and angels hark
The circle turns
And flowers grow
Where once the friends she used to know
Played happily every summers day
Before their dear ones went away.
So hold her hand and whisper love
Dry the tear, let memory stay
Reach out your hands to god above
And circles joined will turn again.
Joe inspired 19.1.19
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