Forever Young
A sonnet in memory of
Don MacDougall
Bert Forbes
May 13, 2024
The lilting oboe chords rise up on high
To join the angels’ siren, poignant song,
The Earth has lost a valued tune. Goodbye:
Too soon, too loved, so young, forever, gone.
And now the mournful drums must play again
The rhythm for the bagpipes’ droning sigh.
While we who stay let not despair begin,
For Courage, Wit and Love will never die.
Yet though I cry and heart is sad, I kneel.
His spirit leaps and flies: Freedom at last
From prison’s rigid wall of cells, not steel,
To soar again on high with all that’s vast.
Go fly away with love, your life is done,
Our own Donald, husband, father, and son.