Colin F. Jones

THE LOVE A SOUL IMPARTS

When Mothers die and Fathers,
Something of ourselves dies too;
It’s just the same with brothers,
And when sisters bid adieu.
We grow fonder of our children,
our grand kids most of all,
Then cling to one another,
Lest one of us should fall.
We carry the fond memories,
They leave when they depart,
Inside our sadder minds,
Inside our sadder hearts …
And that I guess defines,
The love a soul imparts.