A Widower’s Dream

A WIDOWER’S DREAM
We can never be parted and
will always be a team
 
So where is my beautiful Bride ?
She soars with Free Birds in the sky,
Yet our spirits stay side by side,
Like a Goddess, she is flying high.
 
No longer in her body does she stay,
As once she was imprisoned,
By the illness, which took my love away,
More than we could have visioned.
 
So now she climbs above the clouds
And where the sky is always blue.
A place of peace and far from crowds,
Where everlasting love remains true.
 
Where did her Soul go ? I ask from curiosity,
I have a new wisdom, so maybe her Soul is with me.
 
In memory of my beloved wife Joyce.
By Ray Lavin. 4^th.December,2011.
 
 

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