HereA Poem by George CoombsRemembering my late fatherHere
(for Dad)
with you Dad on our country path together yet knowing that our Mum is also here...closer than breeze touching my face...verdant hills enshrine closeness of real presence of our Mum...as we trod the ancient and ageless path we reach a bend...you look round you both are close and we know what waits around the bend... bird song sprinkled like holy water here memory creates the holy... sacred life everlasting...deep peace in the eternal now...
George Coombs © 2018 George CoombsAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 27, 2018 Last Updated on July 27, 2018 AuthorGeorge CoombsBrighton and Hove, Southern, United KingdomAboutI am a retired lecturer from Hove in Southrn England. I write poetry, stories, essays and also draw and paint more..Writing
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