In death only the
body dies, the
spirit within the
person lives on
and our loved
ones are ALWAYS
with us.
They don't leave
us and one day
we are reunited
with them again.
We miss their
physical presence
but must be
consoled that
all their pain,
restless nights
are over and
they are at peace.
(written from the comments of Marie Shine,
the poetess of Listowel, Ireland)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They don't leave us and one day> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > .WHY ONE DAY WE ALWAYS ARE AND WERE SINCE THEY PARTED NONE HAS SEEN SOUL HAVE YOU DOC? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? // we are reunited with them again.