Ever Near. Poem by Cecilia Parkin
Ever Near.
Butterfly on the wing,
Birds in the distance
ring out their songs of love.
Spring is back! .
But, in my hand I hold a card
The contents of which are very hard
to believe.They tell of Death.
But THEY, who spoke of this before,
Had no fear - they would not
still be here.
So is that THEY,
in some other form that lifts our hearts,
Telling us that they are
EVER NEAR.
I would that it were so.
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