MISS ME, BUT LET ME GO.

When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set me free,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul that is free?

Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared;
Miss me, but let me go.

For this journey that we all must take
And each must go alone,
It's all part of natures plan...
A step on the road home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the hills we both know.
And bury your sorrows amongst the trees;
Miss me, but let me go.

How lovely Arty.
Do you write these yourself?

Thanks so much Arty. It brought tears to my eyes. I think I'll go find some trees where I can go bury my sorrow that I have been carrying for so long over the loss of my Freedom (scarlet-fronted conure) on 10/22/05. Yup, I still grieve after all this time. He died from Arterial Sclerosis.

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BW

Thank you Arty. That was beautiful and made me cry also. I still cry for Ziggy everyday. That poem helped. I appreciated you posting it.

My prayers are with you girl, always
{{{hugs}}}
BW

...I need to stop reading these they always make me bawl.....::wipes her eyes in class hoping no one notices::

Wonderful Arty,Days still go by when I puy my keys in the front door and hear nothing when it opens......

Then its time for you to fill the void within your world.
Your well being depends on this...
Arty