The Soul Fish
THE SOUL FISH
Down onto the sunny - but windless beach - one dayMy grandfather and I on the water’s edge - we stayed
The gentle ebb of the waters flow in and out - it goesLapping with delightful sensation in between my toes
Just at the water’s edge very faintly you could just seeA very flat sole fish just wavering and looking up at me
My Grandfather - told me to this fish we must respectFor inside this sole fish a dead departed soul was kept
I looked at the fish and the very sole fish looked at meAnd in its eyes - the soul of a departed - looking at me
Now my Grandfather has now departed and I am bereftFor the heartfelt message that just for me he never left
Now with each day - it is down to the water’s edge I goJust waiting for my beloved Grandfather’s soul to show
Dedicated to my Grandfather - Donald ShawMarket Gardener - Whitley - Bay . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2016
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