Never
What can you say when a dear friend passes away?
That they were good and kind and loved by 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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Thanks. Perhaps we are never reconciled to the reality of death. You might like theblatestbimmortal jukebox post – a reflection/elegy covering a very similar topic. Regards Thom.
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Yes, I think my dear old dad probably knew who Dave MacKay was. My dad played for Spurs in their junior team when he was very young and followed the team. I lost him in 1983 but know he would probably have liked the man – just his sort. A very well written piece. Thanks, Thom.
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