Keening And The Kaddish

I’ve been visiting this gravesite, for over forty years;
Mourning the passing of my Father, crying a son’s begotten tears!
For just after turning sixty-one, he had to leave my side;
A man who looked almost half his age, but longevity denied!
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Then, some twenty-six years later, more sadness came to be;
For like my Father, in mid-January, she passed at eighty-three!
It hit me very deeply, I had no parents anymore;
I searched for ways to heal it, my broken heart restore!
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Since then, I have been coming, six times a year them see;
For we were living down in Florida, about nine hundred it be!
But September we moved to Dayton, just fifteen minutes now away;
So we see them very often, early mornings on most Sundays!
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And now, there’s a new addition, in the middle of their graves;
A little rock is entrenched there, it completes this sacred enclave!
For an antique porcelain pin box, holds some fur from our little boys;
Our Angels Nico and Cody, who brought us lifelong joys!
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It now feels so very different, than it ever has before;
For instead of talking to two loved ones, now we talk to four!
I love them all so dearly, and it helps to cure my blues;
With my Soulmate now beside me, as my Linda mourns there too!
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                               What once was just one
                      Has now become four Soulmates
                                  To visit and touch