My heart can't find words
Your eyes fill with love
Your steps fall in with mine
My heartbeat lightens
You leave behind your day
Gather your own fear
You cross the threshold
Smile at my father
He reaches for your hand
Knowing for certain
He need never worry for me
With you there
Precious friend
The heart of the Happy Prince
The swallow who would not leave him
Nothing will stop the wave of loss
You merely place yourself
So my knees won't buckle
- Julia Smith
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Precious Friend
Posted by Julia Phillips Smith at 9:41 PM
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I was so sorry to hear about your Dad, Julia. I'm glad you were with him. I'm sure that was a comfort to both. I'm thinking of you and picturing your Dad driving in his car with his hand held out the window for you to see.
The poem is beautiful Julia.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
I'm very sorry, Julia.
Our sympathies to all of you.
Shelley
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