I was near you, by your bed last night; I came to have a peek. I could see
that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I chattered to you softly as you brushed away a tear, “It’s me, I haven’t
left you. I’m well. I’m fine. I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the tea. You were
thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.
I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care. I want to
reassure you, that I am not lying there.
I flew with you back towards the house. As you fumbled for your key, I
gently touched you with a feather, I smiled and said, “It’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let
you know that I was perching there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday To say to you with
certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, and then smiled. I think you knew In the
stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over – I smile and watch you yawning And say, “Good night, God
bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I’ll fly
across to greet you and we’ll enter side by side.
I have many things to show you. There is so much for you to see. Be
patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me.

- Author Unknown