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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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
Bless you love...thankyou so much for taking the time...it's truly appreciated 💕
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
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 💕
I think I know exactly how that feeling must feel, I just never want to feel it and be entirely sure .. xxx