I watch your poem go down in the west
And know old friends are gold without a doubt.
I clasp your hand to wish you my godspeed.
Our epitaph is written in your eyes.
White gulls of snow are swirling through the air.
Perhaps, in token of all mortal flight.
I will not call after departing wings.
Good-bye is such a final winter word.
Somehow the moment seems so windowless.
I cannot see tomorrow through its panes.
And yet I cling with simple childlike faith
To my belief that warmth can never die.
Dedicated to those who have lost friends and loved ones to cancer.
Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2008
Sandra this poem is beautiful and I thank you for sharing it! Hugs, Diane
Sandra, this poem definitely tugs at the heartstrings, a wonderful write. Melvina
Sandra, having heard this one read aloud now it seems all the more powerful. The subject is one close to my heart recently and this most definitely resonates. HG: -) xx
She still sings her unsung song to me as I cry myself to sleep and I think there are thousands of others like me who are the same.There is no goodbye that lasts long enough to close the gap and she returns to my thoughts before the words have left my lips.-10 As always Paddy
yes ma'am you express yourself well indeed! ! this is beautiful write ma'am! ! ! nice to read, very pleasing to the heart! ! ! thanks for this one 10+++ with love shan
What a beautiful sentiment Sandra.. so many including myself have had our lives altered or touched in some way by cancer.. Thank you for sharing this inspiring write Wendy :)
lovely last line 'warmth will never die'...amasing poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, it goes straight to the heart a poignant piece of work! all my admiration to you.... I love your poems...