You smile at me, dear Linda
from the picture on my wall
a reminder, should I need it
that this world is so cruel
The pleasures of life are better when shared
as we age the more this is true
you have shown the need to enjoy each moment
the irony is that we won’t enjoy them with you
What awaits us when we die ?
we must lose everything physical
but it seems it’s only now
that we consider those things spiritual
That carefree smile beams againa memory of times so great
a tear-stained retrospective view but …
how much did we appreciate ?
As we struggle with the consequence
of such a tragic loss
our sense of fairness challenged ….
there’s no logic there for us
I hope you look down on me
from a new home in paradise
I’ll try to honour your memory
and we’ll make you proud of us
Maybe you’ve met with others
who’ve also passed away
I hold on to this naïve dream
of an eventual Freeman reunion day
Of course we’re not the only ones
to suffer such strong grief
death is all around us
it challenges our belief
I am not a religious man
my beliefs are based on life
but it surely isn’t hypocrisy
to hope for an after-life
I hope for it not just for me
but for all I’ve loved and lost
and fellow travellers in this life
whose paths with mine have crossed
Imagine the scene if we could all meet up
a tearful, joyful rendezvous
‘til then I’ll see your smiling face
and I’ll miss you
Jan 2003
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