Hymn 5:17 for piccolo and piano
On May 17th, you both were born,
From this world, cruelly, you both were torn.
One from a condition unchecked for too long,
The other, fine, til one day, all went wrong –
in an accident where the blood loss was too strong.
I’ve heard the one used to write in rhymes,
The other played bagpipers sometimes.
Robbed of the chance to know either,
For those who came after, the gap grows wider.
Having no time or memories with you,
The fragile remnants we hold on to.
Rest in peace, grandfather, on both sides.