Clutching red roses, we made our way to world's end,
A single note attached to all.
Together as one,
we followed our love in it's strongest stage
to pay tribute to our Irish Heart.
Haunting flutes play the familiar instrumental,
holding hands as the tears say a prayer for us all.
We passed our messages to him through the barrier of life;
Sorrowed hearts. Sad "Goodbye"'s, and Whispered Words.
And the many roses fell,
as they flew away with him in an endless charm:
Life, Spirit, and Love.
.:.:.:~He would've loved this.~:.:.:.
I thought.
This is what it's all about.
This is what he did for us.
This is who we are, and this is why we're here.
A family united,
as we've always been.
I love you all so much.
And I will always love you, Our Irish Heart.
.:.:.:~ R.I.P George Francis Early. ~:.:.:.
25/05/1930 - 23/09/2008.
xXx.
A contest entry
- Your favorite by whispernthedark.
790 points, ended November 7, 2008, 56 entries
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Beauty!
It's a bitter sweet piece, it brings tears to my eyes. We all have been here before, thank you for sharing. Three cheers!
Oi Oi Oi!
-Britny
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he did love it
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Such a wonderful tribute, thank you so much for sharing it and entering the contest. Good luck.
♥
whisper
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