On the shadowed grey of this autumn day
when our family's gathered in solemn pray.
We've dressed in respectful cloth of black,
to engrave farewell in granite plaque.
Warm shakes wring hand of autumn cold,
where sorrow's linked through solemn fold.
We share remembered tales of joy
of the friend we've loved, both man and boy.
And slowly we lower in reverend grace,
and contemplate the fate we face
below Colmcille's shallow Gartan'd clay,
when we reunite with family, passed away.
...to my dear cousin William, who passed today.
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