Never

By Frances Macaulay Forde
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What can you say when a dear friend passes away?
That they were good and kind and loved my many?
That they were respected and stood by their beliefs
and are sadly mourned by the ones who weep?
Though we realise this must come to us all
Inevitably ~ how hard to accept when death
is so final ~ when someone you’ve talked to and
done things for has suddenly stopped replying...
The face that grew so familiar will never again
express thoughts. The eyes – so wise, though
getting faded now ~ are closed forever…
Never.... never... never and forever...
Never to see... or feel... or touch again…
Never to walk through fields or hear the rain…
Never to watch the seasons change each year…
They have gone forever and just left us here!
Frances Macaulay Forde © 1968
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Catching oneself going to
Catching oneself going to phone up to share the family news …
But it should attract us to consider that we can find the 'door'/offer of a life to come after our own inevitable death. We can 'read all about it!'
Rhiannon
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Hi Frances, I could identify
Hi Frances, I could identify with this poem. Lost so many friends and family since 2000. It makes you realize how much care you should put into the people that are still around to love and share time with.
Thank you for this perfect poem.
Jenny.
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