The sun

When my mum died
So huge was the loss
Her absence was ever felt

The only comfort I found was too look up at the sun , sounds strange
But action is strange in loss

This star defines our lives as with out it we could not seek
In fortune or loss
The clouds can hide it for day's yet still it remains ever present in our lives
Such as the dead who call us still

As we past into dust
Love remains undimmed
My grandfather too is returned to dust we set him on a river rejoining the world
Which too shall have its passing in time

We don't exist
And then we do
And then again no more to be

We question thus
To what end is this life?
I have no answer
Except in this
The sun, this remote object
Called my son to be

The passage of time
From father to son
From age to age
All time is present in the sun
So as we pass
We linger on in memory Told as stories to our sons of how things used to be