Our loved ones do not go by Ann Wood
Our loved ones do not go,when their finger covers their bodies.
Their lives do not end there in the grave.
Last breath, the memory does not kill.
They are not leaving! They are where
we have kept a bright spot for them -
in the soul, in the depths of the heart ...
We feel them strongly every time
when the creature was fading
with hands cruel, our throat squeezes ...
When it turns all white
and the pain in our eyes is splashing ...
Then they, in our most difficult time
they give us faith, strength, and support,
circling invisible wings near us
more alive and alive than most people!
... One man cannot die
as soon as our soul lives with love!
His heart stopped sadly
with the memories bright - it keeps us warm!...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-02-20 at 13:22
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