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Grave Goods
Far from home and hearth
My family to provide
When wyrd was met
Dead so far from home
Never again to hold my dearest love
Nor hear my daughters laugh
My only home the barrow
My only embrace the dark
Back to home and kin
My empty body comes
By fire not my hearth's burned
To the waters of my home scattered
Never again to hear my wife’s laugh
Never again hold my daughters
No hearth fires in the barrow
No love to share the dark
Voices call like distant dreams
By name and need am summoned
By love of living still commanded
The grave no bar to their call
My weeping wife I hold again
Wrapped in arms of memory
Nights of love and passion bright
Days of shared hard struggle
My daughters' fear calls to me,
A father’s rage to answer
My spark to light their inner fires
Theirs the strength to conquer
Sleeping with the land wights
Drifting in the waters
Among the sacred ancestors
Guardians of our line
I dream of my darling wife
With winter in her hair
My daughters now mothers all
My grave no bar to their call
Far from mother’s hearth and home
Wherever they may go
Wyrd brought me to my grave
But love binds me still
©
John T Mainer, March 08 2007
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