Our Place

Still your weeping
Dry your tears
Grieve not for me
For I am near
Go not to that earthy mound
I lie not there, beneath the ground
I am near you every day
I see your pleasures, joys and fears
Still to my heart you are dear
I am with you – ever near
To see you weep saddens me
To see your joy gladdens me
So – hinder not my happy way
We will meet another day.

© Elizabeth Anderson 1958 Betty's Poetry