Shed Not A Tear.

Shed not a tear when I be gone,
Don’t wet your cheeks for me.
I’m in the ink you write with
That you can not seem to see.

I sit beside you daily,
as you go about your life.
Watching out for trouble
I try to ward off strife.

I whisper secret stories
In your ear for you to write.
I infiltrate your thoughts
When you put out the light.

So there is no need to feel lonely
Or to wander there in gloom
For I am in every corner
Of each and every room.

*finger to lips* Shhh!

Linda Hill Thank you for your prompt press here to join in.

This I penned a while ago for a friend who said she didn’t think she could write now her mother had gone. She was her motivation and without her … In a stream of conciousness I wrote this and sent it seconds later, and I am pleased to say she is writing once more.