far away in southern Devon
as the crow flies to the sea
where white crested waves are rolling
where green hills are gently rising
where thick red clay cakes the wet boot
in a graveyard lies my father
with a wish to speak to me
‘close your eyes your heart will guide you
do not pine for long lost loved ones
do not wish me back to find you
with your grey eyes sadly misted
in a world i don’t remember
nurture all who struggle daily
in your living family
stand beside your little sister
as you did when you were children
when her tears spilled out in sorrow
when her knees were grazed and bleeding
take her hand and lead her forward
through her darkest days of grieving
serving her you do so me’
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Cassie58 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: written when my younger sis lost her husband to covid
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Very heartfelt Cassie. 👍
An old poem AP out for an anniversary airing. Thank you for stopping by. Happy Wednesday.
An old poem AP out for an anniversary airing? What a great idea. Happy Wednesday to you too Cassie. 😊
Emotive words Cassie, I am sure that you will always be there for your sister.
Andy
Thank you Andy. Yes, as long as I’m around, I will always be there for her. Rain or shine. An older poem, out for an anniversary airing. Have a lovely Wednesday.
Wow, that really brought a lump to my throat. Such a powerful poem, Cassie.
Thank you Tom Dylan. Unusually the words seemed to have come not from my pen. Almost as though the poem was driven. I appreciate your thoughts. Have a lovely day. .
Although the bond between a father and his daughter may to some, seem broken .. There are those of us who feel and know otherwise, aren't there Cassie ..
Sometimes it takes a situation circumstance or event to appreciate the cement that love in such circumstances truly is ..
This is a different kind of love poem, but without doubt, a love poem ..
Neville
Daddy’s girl. Well actually he had three:) And yes, he is still very much loved and missed 33 years after his too early and sudden demise. And I can still hear him speaking to me 🙂 Thank you Neville..
Chris
And somehow I could clearly hear the bagpipes, beautifully written and so very profound as loss is and will always stay within us. ❤️
Thank you Teddy for that heartfelt comment. I appreciate you stopping by. Have a lovely day. 🌺
Powerful. Great imagery.
Thank you so much Thomas for stopping by.
Strong emotion !
Many thanks for stopping by Kurt. All the best.
A beautiful message sent from beyond the grave to serve one another. Lovely
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