Another tear falls
from the willow tree
A leaf blown along a breeze
To see what is next on this journey.
Memories will exist to keep us company,
So, hitch a ride on the next wisp
of cloud and float free.
will you sing, your songs
In the whispers of the wind.
To let us hear them
when the pain falls
like rain upon our skin.
Will you play gentle
guitar chord melodies
in every raindrop
that sprinkles this earth
To make it feel less full of hurt
And can we sing back for you,
when our thoughts are blue,
and our feet feel heavy,
weighed down with sadness
Will your energy give us
the surge to keep walking through.
One of the hardest poems to write,
my uncle, Steve Gilmore sadly passed away earlier today.
I always looked up to him, he inspired me to push myself in my writing
and to keep trying new things.
Over the years he has supported me in so many ways,
from putting me up for a while when I was at a really low ebb,
to always liking and sharing my work.
He was a brilliant musician, and author,
and someone that will forever be missed.
Love you uncle.
And my heart is with the family and friends
that are also shocked by this sad news.
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