Coalville Poem by Francesca Johnson
Coalville
One day I'll go back to Coalville
and whisper you a hello.
I'll see again those twinkling blue eyes,
no longer cold in death.
And that curved mouth
sending a flashing smile to all.
I'll tell you that I remember you
when your own children don't.......
And I'll place a rose on your grave
and bid you sleep in peace,
dear Lily.
Unlike Sidney Bloody Shakespeare I respect that sometimes there are people who are loved and respected even though they have passed over and are no longer with us. I think this is a sensitive and loving poem. I hope future readers have the same respect. George xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:42:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fran, a sad but loving poem of someone who has passed beyond the sunset. Thanks for sharing this my friend. '10' Hugs David