Like a tree in the spring,
Blooming buds and signs of joy.
So were you, dear friend,
Putting joy in every girl and boy.
Like a tree in the summer,
Always giving fruit, delicious and sweet.
So were you, dear friend,
Always giving to those offbeat.
Like a tree in the fall,
Changing colors and adding beauty.
So were you, dear friend.
Changing lives and adding love.
Like a tree in the winter,
Dying out, ready for a new year.
So are you, dear friend,
Dead in flesh, alive in spirit,
Ready for a new life.
by Svetlana Dunlap 4-17-2011
in honor of Bill Anacker 12-8-1917 to 4-13-2011
1 comment:
What a beautiful remembrance of a special man. No one, having met Bill, could ever forget him. I see him climbing in our tree (now gone), building swings, adding to his house "that Jack built", and giving of himself every moment.
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