Sitting on the end of the pier 

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Thursday 22nd December
  

Sitting on the end of the pier

Waiting for the sun to go down

Was it you that I felt so near?

Your presence seems all around.

  

Wish you were here my Angel son

To watch the sky’s changing colours

Waiting expectantly my loved one

Marvelling at nature’s wonders.
  

Thinking of you tonight

Moon and back

xxxxxx

Looks like an Angel bird in flight

Beautiful colours tonight

A wonderful sight

  

6 responses »

  1. Your poem reminds me of something that happened on my recent vacation in England. As we were walking through Hidcote Garden, I had the thought “my Mom is here with us”. (She passed in ’87 and she loved gardening). I said this to my partner, and she remarked that she had that exact thought just before I said it.

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