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Death Is Smaller Than I Thought

My Mother and Father died some years ago
I loved them very much.
When they died my love for them
Did not vanish or fade away.
It stayed just about the same,
Only a sadder colour.
And I can feel their love for me,
Same as it ever was.
 
Nowadays, in good times or bad,
I sometimes ask my Mother and Father
To walk beside me or to sit with me
So we can talk together
Or be silent.
 
They always come to me.
I talk to them and listen to them
And think I hear them talk to me.
It’s very simple
Nothing to do with spiritualism
Or religion or mumbo jumbo.
 
It is imaginary.
It is real.
It is love.
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