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For my mum and her best friend Freda, for all the mums , dads and children that we have loved.

"When someone dies you do not see
the colours as they used to be
the sunlight pales the stars are dim
the artist's sight is trapped within
the flowers bleed their shades in tears
sweet bird song one no longer hears
each sunrise mocks the griever's pain
your teardrops join a harder rain.

In time though you look up and see
the fresh green leaves upon the tree
the subtle glow of springtime flowers
the rainbows following the showers
and that is when you realise
they see the world still, through your eyes.

See the colours clear and true
your gift to them, their gift to you
the joy you feel is theirs to share
live , love and laugh , for they are there."

I hope people will add and that no one will report, God help them if they do ( quite literally).

xx

For Uzzi and Rosie. xx

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

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N. J*