When You Lose a Life

missing their touch

Most of us who have suffered the great loss of a precious loved one, may indeed connect to the following poem. 

I want you to know that I feel you and I truly understand the deepest hurt losing a loved one can bring.

WHEN YOU LOSE A LIFE

When you lose a life,
you loved so much,
absence of hugs,
missing their touch.

You grieve their heart,
you once embodied before,
many sleepless nights,
craving them more.

An invisible pain,
that never goes away,
so lost without them,
a hate for each day.

No one shares,
the hurt in you,
life feels numb,
purposeless too.

But know their presence,
lives in your soul,
a bond so strong,
making you whole.

Believe they stand,
right by your side,
giving you energy,
watching with pride.

They are your candle,
giving you light,
they are your blanket,
comforting you at night.

They listen to your whispers,
guide your inner thoughts,
solving your problems,
untying the knots.

So remember their smile,
laughter and glow,
bringing you solice,
when you feel low.

Know that their spirit,
embraces your love,
forever your star,
shining from above.

By Clarabelle
24 October 2021
London, UK







Thank You World

Loch Lomond Sky
Loch Lomond, Photo by Gerry Mitchell

I was having a little look at my blog stats today and I am over the moon with the people from all the different counties who have visited my blog.  Out of 196 countries in the world, so far, people from 138 countries around the world have visited my blog.  I am actually astounded, that’s 70% of the world’s countries are represented on stats on my blog.

So, as a massive THANK YOU to you from around the world, I am going to do a poem for your very own country. So I will make my list very soon and then I will do a lovely bespoke poem for you in your country, that’s the least I can do as a special thank you for visiting.  So if whether you’re from Ireland or Australia or France or Brazil…..all 138 of you will be getting a dedicated poem.  Of course, any new arrivals of countries, will also get their own poem.  I’m really looking forward to this, I really am.  Look out for your poem for your country.  I am smiling, I am looking forward to doing this.

Thank you for being here.

Love Clarabelle, Bonny Scotland, UK