What would they tell me
all those that have passed
if visiting just for a spell
Would they just say hello
or simply give me a hug
Would they share wisdom
from the life that they lived
Would we go for a walk
have a heart to heart talk
about service to home and to neighbour
Would the room fill with laughter and music
or a something I’ll never imagine
I would like to believe
they’d encourage me on
we’d go to the garden to plant
we’d create with our hands
shape a new life to live
then in a moment they’d slip away ~
a bright mist away to the heavens.
“My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step,
they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.”
~ William Golding
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