The sounds of leaves rustling with soft voices in the wind.
I want everyone to be strong, to go on after this wife, this mother is a
even as my tears reflect the things I will miss - my children growing up, married;
Yet I am here for now and will live my life as best I can
I dream a dream that everything will be okay... and it will,
I want to be dignified in death, not linger desperately. I will be Me to the last.
I received this beautiful poem today via Poetry Space poet David Morgan and wanted to share it here on this blog as it is so inspiring. Thanks Ellis, thanks David. For us all ...a perfect autumn. Sue xx
Poem© Eilis Gregory
Photo© Chris Sims- Old Wardour