You no longer need to grieve.
When you ask the angels to come,
They will give you a sign,
I can't tell you exactly what it is,
Because it may be different to mine.
We all have a special memory,
No matter how much time has gone,
It may be a specific colour,
Or a special song.
When we ask them to visit us,
A feather they may bring,
Or when there is nobody about,
You may hear your doorbell ring.
It isn't meant to frighten you,
It is to help you believe,
That life goes on in spirit,
And you no longer need to grieve.
Written by David Boyce
04 May 2016
©DavidBoyce2016
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