Statement by the Prime Minister on the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation (original) (raw)

Now gather once more, for there's more yet to tell,
Of a ghost kind untethered from its final death knell.
It is whispered in shadow and in corners of lore,
Of a spirit which lingers for love, evermore.

This fourth kind of ghost does not care where they died,
Nor care for the home that they once lived inside.
They guard not their grave, nor their burial mound,
But near somebody cherished, this ghost will be found.
For love, you must know, holds a power so vast,
That even in death, it has not fully passed.
And so this rare spirit, with passion so strong,
Remains with their love through their days, right or wrong.

No matter the distance, or how many the years,
They follow their heart through its laughter and tears.
Invisible hands brush a cheek in night's dark,
Or soft words are whispered to light a lost spark.
Some say this is why one may feel unalone,…