An Eulogy

To my late grand father

What must beauty be

That spring may offer thee?

For thy lush twigs ever

That autumn has shed never!

When rivulets passes by budding may

Glidding the yellow leaflets to its bay,

Where all floras are faint in summer,

You are our shady bower!

When winter has ran rivulets due,

You are wet with sweet silver dew!

Would you never cease to merry be

And sigh a moment to nature's fee?

Nay! You are old as old a man!

RIP! Thy memoirs shall ever remain.

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Quite a classic form, unexpected I must admit, but a beautiful sonnet.

[Kenilo Kent]

Thank you!

[AYVID]

A great tribute to your granddad! He would cherish this.

"Would thou never cease to merry be
And sigh a moment to nature's fee?" - These are very beautiful lines! Just great!

[Kenilo Kent]

Thank you. This means soo much respect to me and my granpa. Thank you.

[AYVID]

You are welcome.
Grandchildren who love and cherish their grandparents are special!

[Marie]

A lovely poem for your grandfather.

[Kenilo Kent]

I wish but i can only 'thank you'