When I’m no longer here,
say my name to call me near.
I will calm your disarray,
move the mountains from your way.
I will dry your falling tears,
whisper comfort in your ear.
When I’m no longer here,
say my name to call me near.

When I’m a glowing star,
do not think of me as far.
I am with your inner child,
hoping you’ll embrace your wild.
Seeking joy in every day,
finding jewels of light in grey.
When I’m a glowing star,
do not think of me as far.

When I’m no longer here,
let me rid your heart of fear,
put it down upon the floor,
I’ll take it from your door.
Give me then your worry too,
let me carry it for you.
When I’m no longer here,
let me rid your heart of fear.

DONNA ASHWORTH

This poem was written today but you can find many more like this in my grief poetry book ‘LOSS’

THE BEAUTIFUL ART IS BY JENNIFER YOSWA