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THE AWAKENING

The sun is shining in the sky,

Birds are singing way up on high,

The breeze blows softly through my hair,

Once more the spring is in the air,

But wait, there's something wrong I fear,

The reason is that you're not here.

The lilac is blooming in the trees,

I hear the gentle buzz of bees,

In fields and gardens flowers abound,

But still a shadow lingers near,

The reason is that you're not here.

In fields I see baby lambs at play,

The beauty takes my breath away,

But still this sadness deep inside,

The heartache that I try to hide,

To me it is so very clear,

The reason is that you're not here.

Then all at once I realize,

The tears are lifted from my eyes,

How could I be too blind to see,

You've never really gone from me.

I brush away the last sad tear,

My son, you are so very near.

Your smile is the sun that shines on high,

Your laughter, the birdsong way up in the sky,

Your face is in each lovely flower that grows,

Your whisper in the gentle breeze that blows.

You are all around me everywhere,

Wrapping me in your loving care,

How could I doubt, How could I fear,

My darling son, of course you are here.

And here is where you will always stay,

Close by my side both night and day,

Until that day my dream comes true,

And once more I will be with you.

For through that curtain I will pass,

I will see your smiling face at last.

We will walk together hand in hand,

In that bright and beautiful Summerland.

Dedicated to her dear son, Peter ~ 16th June 1974 to 12th August 1991

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THE SECRET

Today I saw a rainbow, suspended in the sky,

Its colours shone so brightly, as it hung there way up high.

Our life is like that rainbow, at first we shine so bright,

And then we slowly start to fade - as years go rolling by.

But wait! I know a secret I would like to share with you,

Although our earthly bodies fade, our spirit still shines through.

Today I saw a butterfly, with wings red, gold and blue,

It fluttered gently among the flowers, a fragile life soon through.

Our life is like that butterfly, so fragile and so short,

We rush and hurry through the years, with little time for thought.

But wait! I know a secret, I know that this is true,

Although we leave this earth behind, it's not the end for me and you.

Today I saw a perfect rose, its petals soft and sweet,

Too soon those petals start to fall, scattering at my feet.

Our life is like that lovely rose, from bud to perfect bloom,

And like that rose we too must fall, it happens all too soon.

But wait! I know a secret, I wish it to be known,

There is no death, we do not die, we simply just go home.

By Margaret Broughton

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THE DREAM

Last night I had a lovely dream,

I dreamt I was with you,

We walked together hand in hand,

Beside a stream so blue.

We walked on grass that was so green,

Like velvet beneath our feet,

Beautiful flowers grew all around,

With a scent that was so sweet.

You talked to me of many things,

You seemed so very wise,

And as we talked you smiled at me,

The love shone in your eyes.

You showed to me such wondrous things,

It was so peaceful and serene,

I thought "Oh this is much too real,

It cannot be a dream."

You told me that you had to go,

The time was right for you,

And though you were so sad to leave,

Your time on Earth was through.

You said, "Oh Mum, please don't be sad,

And please don't grieve for me,

One day you too will join me here,

Your spirit will be free."

I cried, "Oh please don't send me back,

I want to stay with you,"

"You must go back, it's not your time,

For you still have work to do."

As you spoke my eyes grew dim,

Your face began to fade,

You took my hand within your own,

A kiss on my cheek you laid.

"Mum, please don't cry" I heard you say,

"I will never leave your side,

I am with you both by night and day,"

"I love you son," I cried.

Then faint and far away I heard,

"Dear Mum, I love you too,

When your time on Earth is over,

I'll be waiting here for you."

All at once I heard a rushing noise,

I awoke within my bed,

I raised my hand and touched my cheek,

It was wet with tears I shed.

Then a breath I felt upon my cheek,

And I heard a gentle sigh,

I knew without a shred of doubt,

My son had just passed by.

A poem written by Margaret Broughton for her son, Peter.

To share with all the Mums and Dads who need comfort in THEIR loss.

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