Always There
When bereaved
it is only natural
to hope instinctively
for an eventual reunion
to take place
with the departed-
although we are possibly
already reunited?
Sufferring the pain
of seeming seperation
during our brief mortality,
we long to see each face
of loved ones lost,
and to hear each voice again-
without realising they never really
left at all.
Copyright © Ann Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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