A hurst pulls up outside the house on a foggy February day.
It isn't for next door, but for me, It's come to take you away.
Time stands still and I am frozen too. I can't move a muscle although I mustn't delay
I must be ready and watch silently while they carry you away.
You didn't really leave did you? I am sure that your still near,
I can sense you are with me and this keeps away my fear.
Good bye my love I want be very long behind. Sleep well my precious I will always keep you in my heart and mind
G Bunce 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem