Today I am reminded of a story,
of you playing upon the sand.
Rowing into waves with your dory,
Cape Breton was your land.
Upon the beach and in your glory,
a fire with fresh clams.
Care free and without worry,
fresh blueberries in your hands.
Somewhere you wished to stay,
you told me that there you felt as one.
Wishing you would return one day,
and now that time has come.
You have been called to our dismay,
and our ancestors welcome you home.
Cancer may have taken you away,
but you are never truly gone.
For you will always remain,
in our thoughts,
within our hearts you will radiate,
and you will never be forgotten.
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