Poem -

Sleep Of The Dead

Oh son,
That my wayward self could have
missed you
Missed the pitter patter footfalls
of your soul before it flew
That my deafened ears were
unaware
That my oblivious heart
Well,... it never knew...

The exact moment
Oh...that sacred time, the very
instant when your earthly life

Was stolen forever
Was torn away
Irreversibly severed
From mine

M P 14/11/21

 

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Marion

Thanks Greg...hugs 💕

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Tony Taylor

Beautiful Miss MARION!!.......sadly so.......the strength of memory is thick!!.....PINNED!!......Lots of Love!......T xo  : )

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Marion

Thanks Tony..appreciated x

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Neville

it is never going to be easy suggesting something so devastatingly life changing is beautiful, but these words of yours, so precisely placed upon the page where they shall now, forever lay .. framed as they are within a poem, and left here as a gift for those of us who should ever visit them .. will know without a shadow of a doubt .. somewhere beneath their fragile beauty lies such an ache and so many unanswered questions ....................................................................................... Neville x

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Marion

I will treasure this beautiful comment Neville, I really will...thankyou so much X

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Pratibha Savani

I love Neville's comment. Said it so beautifully. So I will say no more other than true words so fresh and deep. Px big hugs 💜💜💜🙏🏽

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Gwendoline

I must agree with Neville also Marion. He has worded it all so beautifully. Sending lots of love your way 💗

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Marion

Returning it with interest ❤❤

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