Togetherness Death
is nothing at all.
I
have only slipped away into the next room.
Whatever
we were to each other, we still are.
Call
me by my old familiar name.
Speak
to me in the same easy way you always have.
Laugh
as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed.
Play,
smile, think of me, pray for me.
Life
means all that it ever meant.
It
is the same as it always was.
There
is absolute continuity.
Why
should I be out of your mind
because
I am out of your sight?
I
am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere
very near,
just
around the corner.
All
is well.
Nothing
is past.
Nothing
has been lost.
One
brief moment and all will be as it was before - only better.
Infinitely
happier.
We
will be one,
together,
forever.
(I
found this poem in my Mom's wallet next to a picture of my Dad.
She'd
carried it since he died.)