The place I sat on my return
Waves rolling as I wept
I had just laid you to rest
But memories are kept
Magic powers of the sea
Listen to its roar
Scream, yell, cry and sob
The sea can always take more
Water is the breath of life
And also takes away.
I sit atop the viewing point
And quietly I pray.
That you are looking down on me
Proud of all I have achieved
Your arms wrap round, give me a hug
It’s ok to grieve.
📝 POEM By Melanie Magowan
I have had an odd week. I feel like I can’t switch my business brain off at all – a hazard I suppose of being self employed.
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