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My Boy Poem
I look out of my window
And stare up at the sky
I wonder if you’re up there
Oh sweet old dog of mine
In blew just one white feather
A sign as if to say
Never fear, for I am here
I never went away
From my boy a whisper
Brought in with the breeze
He talks to me so softly
His presence makes me freeze
When you think of me, he says
I want you not to cry
I want you to be happy, for
I never said goodbye
I think of all the happy times
The joy he brought to me
He never failed to make me laugh
We lived so happily
He continues, when your time should come,
And you will meet your end
I want you not to worry
For I will be there, friend
Death is not the end of life
But the start of some life new
It gives us all a chance to be
Together through and through
So think of me my lovely
And of the love we share
We’ll go to the light together
Passed people will be there
Full of love and laughter
Of everyone we knew
But most importantly of all
Together me and you
Then, my boy he leaves again
He says he must depart
The wind of him whips through the trees
But still he’s in my heart
His words they give me comfort
Evaporating my fear
Cause I know that when I need him
He’ll always be right here
© Lucy Watts 2014
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| My boy Ben, who passed away on 28th February 2013 |
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