I comprehend my life in layers now,
Grandparents, parents, now my child’s child,
Though yet unborn; pure happiness defiled,Oh, Death before this mystery I bow,
Your cold and icy offerings endow,
Sweet memories and vivid dreams run wild-
Bereft, I’m often wondering beguiled,
What upside of your nature you allow,
I turn around and all at once I see,
The purest joy on every living face,
Now sun breaks forth in brilliant sky above,
Below grandchildren run and laugh with glee,
My family and friends fill life with grace,
This heart; my soul is lifted high with love.
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 14, 2011
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