family poetry

sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
night is dark, and the winter winds
we break the glass whose sacred wine
of sun nor stars
softly now the light of day
still thirteen years
to the passionate lover
risen from the dead
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
here lies a most beautiful lady
when i was a boy at college
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
shades of night were falling fast
i never knew the earth had so much gold