For mum.
Last night when I just couldn't sleep,
My Duaghter's voice I did hear so loud and clear
I opened my eyes and had a glance around,
But she did not appear she didn't show herself to me.
She said: Please mum You've got to listen.
You've got to try and understand;
God Hasn't taken me from you,
He only took my hand.
When I cried out in pain that fatful night,
It was in that instant that I did die.
He reached down and took my hand,
And brought me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved my ragged soul,
From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside
He knew that if I tried to live on in this world
I Would never be the same.
My search is well and truly over now,
I've found happiness at the close of day.
My body's gone forever, my spirit will never die!
So you need to go and live on now,
please understand,
God didn't take me from you,
He only took my hand.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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