So it ends and so it begins

A poem in memoriam of my grandmother

Ingrid whom passed away 2004.

I didn’t know what to say as words unremembered passed her by,

as my image faded into a blurry dream.

As one journey ends another begins.

We are but fragments of a whole even after our passing.

From birth to death, this path we all travel.

Without birth no death.

Without death no new existence or long sleep will come.

Written by J.A Nilsson 9/7 2004

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