More than Ashes
I don't know where you came from.
We had so little time.
But every minute we spent together
Now lives in me.
Our marriage never was.
Our child never born.
Yet our short life now seems to me forever.
As I, your lucky messenger, walks on.
Every hand I touch will know you.
Every word I say reflects your life.
Every friend of mine, becomes your friend.
Every minute of my life, you live.
A million children will hear your words,
Generations will feel your presence,
Carry your treasured heirlooms forward,
Share your Love, as I.
When the galaxies dim and the universe fades,
Among the voices crying for the end,
Will be voices carrying your melody and Singing,
"Yes, I must now die, but how Lucky to have Lived."
- Thomas T. Panto
The Perfect Gift
It was meant to be a gift to you.
And I thought and thought,
and searched and wrapped,
to make it all that it could be.
It was such a happy time for me,
that each day I would read the tag,
to make sure it was a gift to you,
and not a gift for me.
Now it's done. The box is sealed,
foils all wrapped, bows all tied,
I place it in your hands, and now,
you are supposed to thank me.
But wait a moment longer,
and let me give my thanks to you,
for these ribbons could not hold,
the joy your gift has given me.
Thank YOU for this gift.
For the chance to share my heart with you.
May that make you as very happy,
as my giving gifts to you, makes me.
- Thomas T. Panto