By Gill Ward (for Jacq)
Yes,
on the drive in
there was the
comfort of hills,
a watery sun and
a momentary rainbow.
But it was cold.
I could not do
you the courtesy
of feeling the way
you would wish.
But
I had chosen not
to believe that
time and tide
wait for no-one.
I had chosen
to dismiss the signs,
the signposts on
the way to your leaving.
Not to ignore completely
the way they pointed,
only the miles left to go.
In spite of the clutching arms
the quiet words
the closeness of grief
it was desolate
a bleak time
I was bereft.
But
this morning
when I walked out
the first day you had gone
I knew you were still
gently with me.
I looked upwards
and you were
a soft rain falling.
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3rd August 2009