Through The Veil

Julie de Waroquier

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Death Is Smaller Than I thought

My Mother and Father died some years ago

I loved them very much.

When they died my love for them

Did not vanish or fade away.

It stayed just about the same,

Only a sadder colour.

And I can feel their love for me,

Same as it ever was.

Nowadays, in good times or bad,

I sometimes ask my Mother and Father

To walk beside me or sit with me

So we can talk together

Or be silent.

They always come to me.

I talk to them or listen to them

And I think I hear them talk to me.

It’s very simple —

Nothing to do with spiritualism

Or religion or mumbo jumbo.

It is imaginary.

It is real.

It is love.

— Adrian Mitchell

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