| Location | Bethnal Green |
| Age | 22 years |
| Cause of Death | Cystic Fibrosis |
| Date of Birth | 19/12/1984 |
| Date of Death | 15/11/2007 |
| Visitors | 717 since 04/02/2009 |
| Creator |
darling chris , your life was to short, and yet you led your own life .you are funny, clever ,stubborn very naughty and independent. sometimes i miss you so much . other times i smile at your memory. you are loved so and i long to see you again .
Waiting at the Door
I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand
It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops
But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the breeze
So incomplete and never filled
I cannot find the words to say
Just what it’s like to want forever
Never seeing them again
Just always waiting at the door
Alison Mary Dunn
Listen’
Listen Lovely lady,
To the rustle of the trees,
To the leaves quite gently falling
And the whispers in the breeze.
Listen to your heartbeat,
To the wonder all around,
To natures ways and sunny days,
To every single silent sound
Listen lovely lady,
To the whisper in your ear,
To the gentle hum of nature,
Or as your eyes release a tear
To the noises all around you,
To the swallows in full flight
Or the gentle lapping ocean,
On a Carribean night.
Listen to the sun rise,
Listen to a cloud,
Throw back your hair and listen
As you think my name out loud
I'm there you know, I'll hear you,
I'm with you every day,
I'm there to gently hug you,
And to listen as you pray.
I am with you every minute,
Gently tugging at your hair,
Whispering 'Mum-I love you'
“I’m still here” and “I still care”,
I need you to stop crying,
And to laugh again you see,
Or to smile when you see things,
That remind you Mum - of Me.
I am safe now Mum - and healthy,
I can stand up straight and proud,
I can dance and jump and run you know,
And shout my name out loud.
I can see you Mum and hear you,
I can reach out for your hand,
With you, I’ve walked the beach at night-
My silent footprints in the sand.
So listen lovely lady,
To the sweet sounds of life around,
For within those gentle moments,
My whispers can be found.
That sudden gust, the gentle tugging,
Sometimes felt on neck and hair,
Are just my little validations,
To prove that I’m still there.
xxx
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