My grandfather died up there in a tragic accident. He left a wife and six children. His name is nowhere to see there.

To be heatd here: https://84b7.app.link/74GwxLSgNV

From http://etymonline.com

Is life like a cup of coffee?
 
When you start tasting it
It’s a surprise.
You take it for granted.
Nothing special about it.
Except it is
Acute, concrete,
Lively, strong,
Vivid.
 
When you reach
The end of your cup,
It’s got lukewarm.
You feel more sugar,
Which hasn’t dissolved,
Waiting there at the bottom,
Waiting for you, as it were.
And you just realise
Oh!
My cup of coffee
Is reaching an end soon.
 
You come to terms
With that.
It’s not going to get cold
Till you reach the bottom.
So, in a way,
You don’t worry too much.
 
But there it is,
The end of your cup.
Still good.
Strange
You’re there.
You’ve reached this point,
This moment.
 
And then,
Who knows,
Another day,
Elsewhere,
You’ll take another cup…

I have a weebly account for teachers which is very handy. There is also a weebly app which allows you to blog on the go, so why should this not be as interesting as a wordpress nlog?

This under a larch and in front of that beautiful view that I am blogging today this first dzakyem.ch post!

I’ve created that short song. No voice accompaniment. Very intuitive creation. Of course a musician would expand on that, so that it doesn’t sound so trheadbare and melancholy!..

Paul O‘Mahony‘s post with the full poem is here: https://paulhomahony.com/2018/07/25/song-lyrics/