You Are Not Dead Poem by Norah Tunney
You Are Not Dead
You are not dead
But Alive -
In the haunting cry of an owl,
In the gentle light
of a starry night,
In the hustle and bustle
of city life,
In the healing presence
of family and friends,
In the words
And the silent space between,
And in every simple breath
I breathe.
As the years pass we think less often of these losses but we never forget and you are absolutely right, grief never ends. It becomes less painful to but it never ends.
My younger daughter loved animals and wanted to be a vet.Robins would ffed out of her hand. But she died aged thirteen. we were very close and I feel that she transferred her love of nature to me. This is why mr Purry is so spoilt and I keep the garden as a protective area for the frogs with plenty of undergrowth. I know she is there. Your poem is so evocative of these feelings in the haunting cry of an owl. Another well deserved 10. Many regards Tom
I cannot imagine the grief of losing a beloved child Tom. Words fail me. I'm glad you have the comfort of her presence in the garden. I really feel those we loved and lost are never more than a breath of love away
Beautifully crafted meaningful poem glorifying the emotions about the loved one who accompanies us even after leaving us physically for ever and going to the heavenly abode. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 1:27:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In many regards crossing this painful threshold leaves writings so raw and intense in beauty that they settle upon our souls as we feel the eternity within each simple breath.