Poem..He Is Not Dead..

He Is Not Dead

I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.”

~ James Whitcomb Riley

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Thanks Jackie. Beautiful! Reminds me of that lovely poem which begins,

“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not dead I do not sleep”

Poetry often brings tears, at least to me it does.

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Yes same here and I do know of the above poem…now that is one that will definitely start me off crying again…

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