The sparkle in the snow mirrors the beauty of your words.
Some will never learn even when the day is bitter and cold.
Your verses converse and play melodies that seduce the heart.
Though he has parted,
the aura of his presence you have captured in words.
It reminds us that we are not alone.
The colour of snow is silent and calm.
Your musing on human nature and nature is beautifully observed.
Your uncle sounds like a wonderful man,
one of a kind, of the millions out there.
One who could emolliate our fears,
with his loving words.
You stated that he believed that the fishes were never big enough. This conveyed the size of his heart.
One, one could imagine, was larger than the full moon in bloom.
Your words this day has chastened the gloom.
On this grey wintery day.
The clouds hath parted, and the sun shines through.
His memory lives on in you. There is no gift more precious than this. Thank you. It is heartening to know that people like you, with generous hearts, can share, your felt emotions with the world.