I think the misty patch above us is my Dad, who has passed, trying to get in on the photograph
I hold your hand
I touch your face
I gently stroke
your hair
Your hands are
cold
Your eyes stay
closed
There is nobody there
I tell you
that I love you
I’m sorry that you’re
here
But I don’t think
you hear me
because nobody’s
there
My grieving started
a while back
And intensified
this year
I thank God you
can’t hear me crying
Because nobody’s there
It’s just a body
we’ll bury
With loving memories
we’ll hold dear
And I will miss you
terribly,
Because you
will
not
be here
Kait King 27th June 2020
Peace to you and yours
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So sweet. Yes it could be him 🤗
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🙂🙏🌻
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very emotional,heart touching
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Beautifully heartfelt in all its authenticity 💜
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May he find rest. 💛❤️💙 Beautiful poem.
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Thank you 🌻🙏💙💜💛
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