The Ones Who've Gone

The ones that we love who have gone on before

Are missed so much more at this time

But I see them around in the things we hold dear

Our traditions, our food, and our minds.

All those who have gone to their Heavenly home

Sit round the table on each holiday

For their presence is felt, in a tangible way

As we bow our heads briefly to pray.

Their bodies are gone but they’re here nonetheless

In the stories we tell, childhood things we confess.

Take a look and you’ll find they are all still around

In your heart they can always be found.