One day I will be
On my way home
Where earthling thoughts
Are unwelcome
I will stop the flight
Of my dull arrowhead
Ready to perceive
The meaning of a whole
Indifferent to bending
Before implausible dreams
I’ll yield to your smile
A treat to my soul
You will be the guide
Like in all my dreams
And take my hand
On my way home.
(to Dad, 12.sep.1935-11.mar.2004)
It is heart warming… The pain of loss never goes away, does it?
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No, it becomes less invasive but it’s always there. Thank you for reading and for your kind words, HC
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Take care! 🙂
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😉
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Well done!
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