Sof 59 May 2003 12 The Burial of my Parents Ashes Now they lie, side by side, upon the crest Of an old, nigged, storm-tossed Cambrian peak, Known through the ages as, "The Mighty Rock’.
When they were young, they loved to scale this crag, And trace lost valleys down to Gwynedd's shores.
It was a common bond, a charm against The waste-lands of their grey industrial home, And the dark confines of a mining town, Where Toil and Want, harsh Custom and dour Creeds, Laid circumscribing hands on fresh young lives.
Yet there was laughter and the gift of friends.
Now, on these wind-swept hills, where few set foot, They lie forever, whatsoever may chance.
For why should souls and bodies be exempt From the great law that rules both this our Earth, And the blind stars, adrift in endless night; That sanctions universal change, but yet Is adamant that nothing be destroyed.
I live in hope, for I can do no more, That love and peace, oft in their fitful lives Eluding them, be now within their grasp.
Tom Owen Taken from Tom Owen’s In Between Time, Wynfolde Press, 2000.
Tom is a retired teacher, a longstanding SoF member and a regular attender at SoF UK conferences.
Taken from Tom Owen's In Between Time, Wynfolde Press, 2000.