A POEM FOR MY AUNT WHO DIED ON SUNDAY.

I Have Returned...

~~~~Home.~~~~

          Written By Dawn M D 2006.

I have returned to a place where white hawthorn

bushes grow in elegant pastoral splendour, down

along the creek banks where majestic old willow

trees grow and old quince trees once grew.
The buzzing of flies and the smell of summer is on

the ebb as the gentle breezes blow.

How could such a sweet wholesome place, be

but just a beautiful memory of hills, rolling

paddocks, creek flats, cows, flowers and herbs?

Oh! But this is a place where I now know

everybody and recognise, all the many faces again.

I have returned to my childhood home to wander

these tranquil paddocks and hills for it is here

I feel the gentle tug of love and memories

Softly, softly caressing my heart as gentle as

a butterfly caresses a flower ever so gently.

I will wait for you all, somewhere very close

by just down yonder, somewhere in the glen

along the creek.

Do not cry for me, I am free and very happy

to be home at last. It is peaceful here.

17:15 - Wednesday, March 8, 2006 - post comment