Time's swift tide

When we shall have passed away, may some pilgrim linger near the spot where we are laid, perchance bestow a passing glance or smile of recognition on the name of him whose motives were unselfish, whose humble deeds live on making the very atmosphere heavy with the sweet perfume of goodness.


When beauty's face with youth no longer glows,
When Time's swift tide for us no longer flows.
May children's children read, some far off day,
The name above our long-forgotten clay.
And find a fragrant blossom o'er our dust,
Which breathes a benediction of the just.
Official Report of the American Tyler Family Reunion

We're all here for a family reunion . . .

Here we are . . . 
gathered together again . . .
on this . . . 
our Reunion Day.
 
Reminiscing 
and laughing 
and crying . . .
about all of our yesterdays.

Those special times . . . 
we vow ne'er to forget . . .
as the years . . . 
how they seem to fly.
 
And our precious loved ones . . . 
so sorely missed . . .
as one-by-one . . . 
they have said, "good-bye."

But for now . . . 
I believe they are with us . . .
and if we could hear them . . . 
perhaps they would say,
 
"May the circle once again be unbroken . . .
on this . . . Our Reunion Day."

And as we travel on . . . 
through life's unknown days . . .
may we anticipate that day up in Heaven,
 
When we'll all gather 'round . . . 
and once again hear them say . . .

"We're all here for a Family Reunion!"




 
P.S. I vaguely remember being inspired to pen these words by something I read . . . somewhere. While Googling parts of the above poem, the poem posted > HERE < is the only thing similar that came up.

The reunion of tomorrow

Mark Twain quotations on death . . .

• Death is the starlit strip
  between the companionship of yesterday
  and the reunion of tomorrow.

  
  . . . on a monument erected to Mark Twain & Ossip Gabrilowitsch

  
  
• It has been reported that I was seriously ill --
  it was another man;
  dying -- it was another man;
  dead -- the other man again . . .
  As far as I can see,
  nothing remains to be reported,
  except that I have become a foreigner.
  When you hear it, don't you believe it.
  And don't take the trouble to deny it.
  Merely just raise the American flag
  on our house in Hartford
  and let it talk.

  
  . . . Letter to Frank E. Bliss, 11/4/1897

  
  

Remembering our cousin . . .
Samuel Langhorne Clemens
30 November 1835 ~ 21 April 1910