Eight lines for the eighth

Like blooms that return after autumn, for sure,

Your spirit watches us o’er from skies azure.

Eight years ago parted by the welkin so thin,

Our love ever-growing for you shall ne’er dim.

Pray for us, dear friend, resting in repose;

Where choirs of angels in harmony compose!

Harrowed, albeit with a smile, I pen this tearful art,

Knowing you’ll dwell ever-young, in our aging hearts.

– Ravindu Fonseka