What properly are losses
Of people whose love left
Us in positions and stages,
Where looking at us in wonder
We just take time to ask and count
If their love in that clear abundance
Had not been freely then ours when
We needed it the most, though now
From a distance in time and space
As we think the same in some ways,
We should tell them to be returning
With care and honour and pride, we
Are at a loss since they have made us
Wonder and dream about whether,
Once again in life, that same grand time
Would repeat itself to make them feel
How much we do miss them and the fact
That they are never more in our midst to be
Makes us realise what losses really in life are.
