I often think to myself,
Where are you?
Are you there in the morning breeze,
Or maybe floating like a leaf,
That's falling from a tree?
Or maybe you're beside me,
Holding my hand with love,
Your presence there to guide me,
As you always did before.
Where are you now?
Are you there amongst the stars?
Watching over from afar?
If only you could whisper in my ear,
Those precious words,
" I'm here, I will always be with you"
Such words I'd love to hear.
Jayne Davies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just brilliant Jayne
Thank you so much LeeAnn x