Those We Love

Those we love don't go away They walk beside us every day. They walk with us, in happiness and sorrow, As our guardian angels in the darkness of night, Inspired us yesterday, will motivate tomorrow. So we are fearless when struggles are in sight. My angels tiptoe gently in dreams when I close my tired eyes, The mysterious glint in their smiles fills me with sweet surprise! "How can they be gone" I tell myself, when appears the image of My wise grandpa scanning newspapers with glasses on his nose, Watch my grandma quilting a blanket with meticulous details, Passion for art transforms in compassion for needy, I suppose. My father with his garden tools, my charming knight on a horseback, Mother, icon of grace, intent on playing music on a sitar! Siblings and cousins, friends and neighbours, no longer with us, Their cheerful faces, magical company, beckon from near and far. Those we love are bound to us A bond that is never lost, An invisible connection, Deep in our soul that's embossed.