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In A Church Yard
(for Mum 18/5/11)
i come here
to a space
behind the church…
my feet
calm, slow
among the stones
wearing by
the turning
seasons…
i sit
near your
gravestone…
the breeze greets
me touching
as you once
did with quiet hands
…your presence
is in creation
where i sit
watched by pigeons
as well as occasional gulls
…time set apart…
communion in spirit
mum…close to me
now…always to even
beyond the waiting horizon
In A Church Yard by George Coombs
Another poem for my late mother
I am a writer and artist from Hove on the South coast of England. I am a retured lecturer and I am also very involved in helping people in prison
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Beautifully crafted words…..
I can imagine you there and quietly chatting to her. :O)
Thank you so much Arcadia; that’s exactly what happened and how this came to me
Beautiful and touching poetry, George.
A lovely and special time of communion…I can feel her hands in yours.
Thankyou Melody; its lovely to hear from you again
– George Coombs
There is comfort found in remembering those who were special to us and finding peace within ourselves will secure their love we felt then in our time we have today. This is written ‘freely’ of your soul George!
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Thank you Russell, and thankyou on Mum’s behalf