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December 24, 2012
His sadness oozed out of every pore.
His loss, too great to recall.
Without his true love by his side,
a second wind he failed to install.
December 21, 2012
The weightlessness of heaven,
as souls from bodies rise,
to take their place in alloted spots,
without effort or compromise.
December 3, 2012
When at heavens gate she stood,
she hesitated and turned back her head.
But the gates swung open to welcome her –
Too late to bother if the dog she’d fed!
August 21, 2012
In the stillness of the night,
as I slept the deepest sleep
I was suddenly awakened and
so scared that I did weep.
A song revived lost memories,
transporting me back in time,
by creating a vivid picture,
so perfect, in detail and rhyme.
I shook as the dream started fading,
and the music, no more, could I hear.
I had seen you with so much clarity,
and felt so moved that you chose to appear.
August 15, 2012
‘You’ll feel better in a while’,
they said, after he died.
But I had to grieve my own way,
and still felt him by my side.
‘You’ll come to terms with you loss’,
they said, as time went on.
But no different did I feel,
than when the day he’d gone.
‘You’ll get used to life alone’
they said, as months went by.
But with my heart broken in two,
I bade my last goodbye.
July 31, 2012
It’s on days like today Mother dear,
that we long to see you again.
But alas, all we have are memories,
a mixture of smiles and sorrow and pain.
It’s on days like today we remember
the good times and many there were.
When, so complete as a family,
we lived life without a care.
It’s on days like today we are grateful,
that through fairness, you kept us as one.
There was no sibling rivalry ever
and that matters so much now you’re gone.
It’s on days like today, more than others
we give thanks Mum, in so many ways
For the fine example you set us, and
your encouragement and your praise.
It’s on days like today you are with us,
Still around and making us smile.
And so it will be forever, you know
Each and every step of life’s mile
July 14, 2012
She lived and died and no-one knew,
the pain she felt, for she withdrew.
She kept her suffering out of view,
to prove her love for me and you.
July 13, 2012
My tears into rain have gathered
My smile now the beaming sun
My presence in the form of a shiver,
is all I dare deliver.
July 9, 2012
I’m with them, but I’m not.
I’m not visible to their eyes.
Their eyes see only human life.
Human life has passed me by.
But I’m theirs, and always there.
July 5, 2012
People scurrying for the Tube,
during a working day.
Going about their business,
in their normal kind of way.
Rich and poor alike they weaved,
through the bowels of the city.
Never knowing their fate that day.
Oh God, it was a pity.
Innocent folks from far and wide,
it could have been you or me.
But we cannot walk on eggshells,
nor into the minds of killers, see.
To read about it in the papers,
brought sadness to our souls.
And to happen so soon after ‘Live8’,
hampered our world peace goals.
We went from ecstasy into agony,
as we celebrated our Olympic bid.
It brought us back to reality.
Of terror – will we ever be rid?
But those precious family members,
lost on the bus and the Underground.
Will never be forgotten,
whilst there’s so much love still around.