by Megan Anderton
As we here grieve for the ones who’ve gone on
We know we will one day be reunited with them, as they will be waiting for us Being by our side until we no longer need there comfort
Knowing there still living within our hearts
They will kiss our fore heads in the night, saying there final fair wells
not forever, until the day we return to our sacred home
They will go to the pathway that leads them to the heavens
Once our cherished ones find there way to the clearing
Everything disappears Into a golden view
Guardian angels of heaven, descend upon forestry of gold
Coming together, combining hands raised above there head
Spreading there wings one by one, side by side
Across across forming a golden trail
To guide our cherished ones home from there parted ways
To rejoin our father of fathers arms in healing love
poem written: September 2nd 20011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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