He Lives On In Our Hearts

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle # 544

Words:  tongue, book, inscription, face, death, letters,
        vigil, ways, barrier, drag, climb, memento

Face of death appeared
to him despite our vigil,
and prayers.

His gentle way of
speaking, and his ready
laugh, encouraged
the discouraged to open
up, climb out of
their shells, and dare
to share.

Although his native tongue
was Ukrainian, he had no
barriers to learning
several other languages
as well.

His mementos took
the form of letters,
and books inscribed
to his fellow professors,
and students.

We are grateful that he
was spared a long 
dragged out illness.
We are glad he did not
have to witness
the destruction 
and violence in
his beloved homeland.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to He Lives On In Our Hearts

  1. ivor20 says:

    The tears are falling down over my cheeks … 😥🌏☮


  2. Sadje says:

    Beautiful poem Sara


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