Words on a page

Sometimes

By Marie Hallsey- Lindars

Sometimes in the dark night

I feel the sad touch

Of the past

Of the beings, loved ones,

Gone, where we cannot go

Until our time comes.

Sometimes I awake at night

To find their shadowy figures

Standing near.

I want to hold them with me

To talk of times gone by,

But they are gone.

Sometimes I hear their voices

Come back from the past,

They touch my heart

And in doing so

I realise they have not gone,

But remain with me for a while.

Sometimes I have them here,

Back within the warmth of my home,

They call, I hear,

Then and only then,

Does quietness descend upon my soul,

And I am whole again.

I found this poem recently. It was tucked inside a large anthology, marking the page on which the poem was published.

Always one step ahead mum, well done.