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Still Here
I stood by you at your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well. I'm fine. I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.
I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday-
...to say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew.
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over . . . I smile and watch you yawning and say,
"Good night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll be waiting there to greet you and we'll stand side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out . . . then come home to be with me.
Larry S.
Still Here
I stood by you at your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whispered to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well. I'm fine. I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.
I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my hand on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday-
...to say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew.
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over . . . I smile and watch you yawning and say,
"Good night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll be waiting there to greet you and we'll stand side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out . . . then come home to be with me.
Larry S.
