Whispers From A Distant Shore Poem by Patrick William Kavanagh

I know we only had a little while,
But now the end has come and gone, I have to say,
You made me cry a lot less than you made me smile.
So, don't be sad for me,
just shed your tears and say goodbye,
Our time is over you and I,
at least until we meet on some far shore, someday.

Be glad for me, I have no pain,
except this sadness every time I see you cry.
How I dread the answers that I cannot give,
Each time you ask the reason why.
You must accept that it is over now, and all my time is spent,
at least until the day I must return.
And you must learn to live your life and be content.

Another writes these words for me, to tell you all I need to let you know,
The many things I need to say, and all the things that I forgot to show.
Although you think that I am far away, I watch you everyday,
Be still, and listen, for my voice is very faint.
And Know, I love you and I always will,
and we will be together soon enough.
So take the cup of joy in both your hands and drink your fill,
if not for you, then do this thing for me,
and I will rest in peace.

Lincolnshire
20/02/13