Poem -

mile on mile

Being
with him, was like a slow walk
Into magic places

He could resculpture trees 
Could make
all his words smile so
the air would dance wildly
behind 
mile on mile

he could hold hands with daisies
and upstage their grace and
I always quite knew earth

would not be a place
He would stay.

M ~
 
 

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Shaun Cronick

Marion it is so difficult when it comes to loss and you vividly capture it through  words expressed here.
Your words resonate and are never lost with this reader.
Hugs.
Shaun xx

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Marion

Bless you love...thankyou so much for taking the time...it's truly appreciated đź’•

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Mark Olcott

Sitting on a tarmac waiting to fly

Thought I'd check in on you.

my goodness, would that he had walked here longer with you. For now we walk here with him too, thanks to you.

When I next see daisies. Your poem and your love and he with a smile will come
to mind

 

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Marion

Mark ...how lovely to hear from you. I wish you the best holiday? Ever my friend. Thankyou for your heart warming comment...means a lot đź’•

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Neville

I think I know exactly how that feeling must feel, I just never want to feel it and be entirely sure .. xxx

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