Before our births, void of choice, we became part of the story,
During our lives, with a choice, we can't escape the story,
After death, abandoned choice, the story continues to seep.
- Andrew Mansell

So Far Away



I hoped you could hold on
just a little longer
for your generous heart to
again pump stronger
but you passed away
in restless slumber
you know I loved you
but I’ll always wonder
If only to kiss once more
your colourful cheek
to have been there
at least to speak
and throw dirt down
where you lay
how to forgive myself
this saddest day
your curious grand children
ask me why
I bow over your photo
in numbing cry
together one day
we’ll come to you
and place fresh flowers
all over you.

Andrew Mansell, March 2012
In memory of Gennady 1937-2012


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