You cannot see or touch me
But I’m standing next to you
Your tears can only hurt me
Your sadness makes me blue
Be brave and show a smiling face
Let not your grief show through
I love you from a different place
Yet I’m standing next to you
Uncle Trev
10th January 2023
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland