In Our Midst Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
In Our Midst
Your body runs its course
It lies under the trees
And lush green grass
Your voice and laughter
Are carried by the wind
You are gone
But your spirit stands.
You are gone
Yet you are with us
As we raise our glasses
With sparkling wine
As we sing to our hearts content
To celebrate the unfolding
Of a beautiful day.
You are in our midst
In times of happiness
In times of sadness
When we reap
The fruits of your plants
When we set up the karaoke
For us to sing.
On this beautiful day
You are in the core of our hearts
In the recesses of our minds
No matter
What we do
Where we at
What we are.
Copyright 2018, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Remembering a loved one with such a sweet poem is really praiseworthy. Beautiful poem.Thanks for sharing.
On this beautiful day / You are in the core of our hearts / In the recesses of our minds / No matter / What we do / Where we at /What we are.- - so touching and true. A beautiful on remembrance nicely executed.10
As long as we remember them, our loved ones are always with us. Even death can't keep them away. Thanks R.M.
Such a heartwarming poem, Ate Rose.....10++++++++++++++++++
Perhaps it is written in the memory of a good friend gone.Very nice poem
we are spirits in the material world. Our physical bodies are only a vessel
I recently lost a family member reading this poem, raises a lot of feelings similar to the message in this poem. A Truly heartfelt poem it encapsulates the best of humanity
You are gone/ But your spirit stands.......fabulous piece. Thank u, dear poetess. anjandev roy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Remembrance of a gone loved remains in the core of our hearts and in the recesses of our minds. A great poem.