Twinkling Lights Of Magic Poem by Margaret Alice

Twinkling Lights Of Magic



I have just finished reading my book of magic
passing the glass table with my magic poster
looking at the twinkling lights of magic
outside – cherishing the tale of a Gypsy girl
working magic with water in silver and gold

Telling all that those who passed on, went
to the Happy Place and the best way to spur
them on is to dance and sing – first slowly
and sadly, showing them they will be missed
then faster and faster and gladly

To show them they must move on, we shall not
grieve for them, fully expectant to meet them
again - in the Happy Place as soon as we ourselves
end up there, joining our loved ones…

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Margaret Alice

Margaret Alice

Pretoria - South Africa
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