[Prose-Music] I Will Be Remembering Someone On Memorial Day
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De maiorum in meam commemorationemn!
In remembrance of ancestors!
For memorial day!
You may reply, yet don't expect an answer on this one. This may not seem it, yet it is deeply personal.
The last of my line, I so go back in time!
For nothing is left to bequeath execept in jest.
Oh father mine, in regret I see you still.
Your garden has lost it's fruitful will.
As the garden, soon to wilt.
The seeds of destiny, never sown in the world.
Mother, oh mother are you frot?
Your prediction, in truth is your curse, wrot.
Long I tried, to untangle that briar.
Never gaining, never taming,
never seeing the one you forebode.
Father of my father, this is your image sake.
Never having seen, you fought so hard.
Only to loose it all, for the rest of our line!
I only regret, never having found what was lost.
Yet not all of your line, is at it's end.
The other siblings have blossomed in lands far beyond your ken.
Maria, mother of my father,
oh how grand I understood you were.
To live so long never seen your spons of spons.
Grand you truly were, to hide in plain sight.
Forestalling greatly lifes inevitable.
Sad am I that we never could have met.
Lana, mother of my mother, your heart was true.
True as blue were those useless shoes.
Yet it was all that I knew of you.
Mother never talked of you.
Her sister, your name sake, was all I ever knew.
Unknown father of my mother.
I suspect your name was Erich.
Less than your spouse did I ever know.
Only in drunken stupor, did I learn your fate.
A German soldier, of a small renoun.
Shot by a Russian, leaving your wife araped.
Your your youngest child, loved you well.
Despite your commission of hateful swill.
Dragon, father of my father's father.
Your first name replaced with an article THE
Your line is oh so long, both present and ancient.
To the four corners of the world, they all have gone.
Your book of books? The ancestral heritage?
Long forgotten it is. Lost with only a single trace.
Glad am I you showed it to my father, your grandson.
Yet the heritage will be lost when I am gone.
De maiorum in meam commemorationemn!
In remembrance of ancestors!
For memorial day!
You may reply, yet don't expect an answer on this one. This may not seem it, yet it is deeply personal.
The last of my line, I so go back in time!
For nothing is left to bequeath execept in jest.
Oh father mine, in regret I see you still.
Your garden has lost it's fruitful will.
As the garden, soon to wilt.
The seeds of destiny, never sown in the world.
Mother, oh mother are you frot?
Your prediction, in truth is your curse, wrot.
Long I tried, to untangle that briar.
Never gaining, never taming,
never seeing the one you forebode.
Father of my father, this is your image sake.
Never having seen, you fought so hard.
Only to loose it all, for the rest of our line!
I only regret, never having found what was lost.
Yet not all of your line, is at it's end.
The other siblings have blossomed in lands far beyond your ken.
Maria, mother of my father,
oh how grand I understood you were.
To live so long never seen your spons of spons.
Grand you truly were, to hide in plain sight.
Forestalling greatly lifes inevitable.
Sad am I that we never could have met.
Lana, mother of my mother, your heart was true.
True as blue were those useless shoes.
Yet it was all that I knew of you.
Mother never talked of you.
Her sister, your name sake, was all I ever knew.
Unknown father of my mother.
I suspect your name was Erich.
Less than your spouse did I ever know.
Only in drunken stupor, did I learn your fate.
A German soldier, of a small renoun.
Shot by a Russian, leaving your wife araped.
Your your youngest child, loved you well.
Despite your commission of hateful swill.
Dragon, father of my father's father.
Your first name replaced with an article THE
Your line is oh so long, both present and ancient.
To the four corners of the world, they all have gone.
Your book of books? The ancestral heritage?
Long forgotten it is. Lost with only a single trace.
Glad am I you showed it to my father, your grandson.
Yet the heritage will be lost when I am gone.
61-69, M
