A Toast

Some have meat and have no teeth
Some have teeth but have no meat
But we have teeth and we have meat
So let us all sit down and eat!


(Accompanied by uproarious laughter, always)




My grandfather taught me this little rhyme, in his thick Jamaican accent with perfect diction, oh how we laughed.

GRIEF

Gnawing at your heart

Rolling down your cheeks are tears

Impossible to imagine the pain that is

Eating you up inside until the intensity of the

Feelings fade ~ but the memory of you never will.

For all of us, at some time, have loved and lost...the love is eternal.

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