I’m Not Far Away pmh; 2001
I wrote this en route to Maureen’s memorial but it is for all the beloved departed, just a little further down the road.
If at the end of every day your heart is aching
and morning weighs too much for you to bear.
Sleep is your only hope of comfort,
catching rides on the dreaming ferry.
This is not the way you planned the final chapters.
Who’d have thought you’d ever feel so damned alone?
If I could send you one last little word
I’d wrap it in clouds like a kiss I’d blow to you:
I’m not far away, turn the corner you will see me
just a little further down the road we travel.
I’m not far away, not that far at all,
just a little further down the road.