Gratitude, Grandfather
Precedes all other virtues
So thank you
I do not know the dialect of heaven
Or that of the gods
But I know you
So with this lavender water
I will wash your church regalia clean
For you are gone
And as you lie in that casket
Quaint in your church clothes
Your incantations
Your mystic and
Your prayers shall be known
To live on
Your little sunflower garden
Green and yellow
Exists
So people may know you have not died
You returned home
To nature, to nature.