ALWAYS SOMEWHERE.....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Dec 01, 2018

"I will always be spiritually somewhere, when I eventually die,
gazing down from somewhere...observing all from high.
I will never, ever leave you, I will never, ever go,
wafting on a gentle breeze, always somewhere...I just know.
A single soft white feather, settling near you on the ground,
I will be so close to you...I will always be around.
Sometimes a cheeky Robin, on a fence post you will see,
or hear a black crow high in a treetop...either I will be.
In dreams I will gently touch you, lovingly kiss your sleeping face,
I will whisper quietly in your ear...tell you about the other place.
I will always be spiritually somewhere...invisible I will be,
you will feel my arms around you....you will sense that it is me."

 

Tags: Happy, Encouraging, Hope, Wishful,

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Christopher Russon commented on Dec 01, 2018 at 10:01pm
Beautiful poem Frank really well written .really inspiring.
Cecilia Crasto commented on Dec 02, 2018 at 6:49am
They will never get rid of you in a hurry my friend, you will be back, a dirty rat, perhaps a cockroach, throw away the mouse and traps and insect sprays before you depart. Seriously though this an outstanding poem, tender but not overly sentimental. I love it.
A previous user commented on Dec 03, 2018 at 2:37am
Me too Frank. got to be those moths and daddy long legs haha. will annoy them for days. Awesome poem. :)
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 03, 2018 at 9:43am
Cockroach!....dirty rat!....Cecilia I thought you were my friend?..!!.....it's a good job there are thousands of miles between Liverpool, and Sydney!...hahaha....it's a good job I know you.....hahaha...
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 03, 2018 at 9:46am
Chris, and Heyoka.....thanks lads for your always inspiring comments ...👍🏻
Ellen early commented on Dec 06, 2018 at 8:00am
I really like this. Makes me think of someone I lost recently this way. Sweet poem Frank
Frank Hornby . commented on Dec 06, 2018 at 9:18am
Thanks Ellen......I hope your thoughts were nice ones....

 

 

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