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I'm Still Here
From the point of view of a loved one who has passed on... |
| I thought that I'd be way up there, looking from afar. I thought you'd look like little ants, but it's not like that so far. I'm standing right here next to you, watching while you read. I wish that I could speak to you, the one thing that I need. I saw you at my funeral, I cried, you looked so sad. I suppose that is a compliment, but it made me feel real bad. I miss you heaps and that's for sure and wish that you were here. When memories fade, remember this - I always will be near. Please note that there is a longer version of this poem in my portfolio - "Final Comprehension" |