Sunday 13 January 2013

Leaving Traces





Don’t think you are never seen, dear friend,
You leave a trace wherever you wander -
A smile, a laugh, a hope.
Don’t think you are never heard, my pal
There is always someone listening -
A song, a word, a joke.
Don’t think you are ever forgotten, old friend,
For when we passed each other
In that briefest of time,
You left a piece of you with me
That I'll carry wherever I go.



bobby stevenson 2013
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4 comments:

  1. Lizzie13 January 2013 at 11:17

    Really lovely poem. Instantly reminded me of how we miss those who have passed away. They are still here, carried in our own thoughts.

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    1. Bobby Stevenson13 January 2013 at 20:57

      Thank you so much, Lizzie. I hope you have a brilliant New Year!

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  2. SSC13 January 2013 at 18:22

    Very nice Bobby! Great poem.

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