I’m sorry I’ve not been here in such a long time,
I’ll be honest - it isn’t often that I find you in my mind,
When you were here, we didn’t get along,
The disappointment in your eyes,
It told me enough - we were just bloodlines.
No more than a few words had we ever exchanged,
When you were gone - I’d been left unchanged,
I cried - but not for long - I’ve cried worse for lesser things,
But now I’m thinking about you and the guidance you’d bring.
You’d probably tell me right now that I’ve let the family down,
Of course you’d love Joseph - but you’d still frown
When you found out ‘what the fuck Susie’s done now’…
But you’ve been in my shoes too - and I need a sign now.
Please let me know she’s safe, she’s in your care,
You never got to meet Joseph - what colour is her hair?
Does she have my eyes or does she look like him?
Is she a little angel in Heaven or an angel of sin?
Are your Angels playing with my Angel too?
Does she speak English or Italian like you?
Can you give her a comforting cuddle from me?
Can you tell her I wanted her to be all she could be?
That I couldn’t find a way for her to stay,
That I’m missing her and all the games we’d play.
That I never drank the once when she was on Earth,
That I remember her heartbeat on the sofa with her
Big brother and me fast asleep happily,
That I’ll always love her - that her mother is me.
If the other month was you - then please, forgive me for being afraid,
Tell her she’s been with me every time that I’ve prayed,
That there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to hold her in my arms,
I’m asking you now - I won’t be alarmed,
I need to know she’s okay,
Please send me a sign - smash a mirror,
Send a shiver
Down my spine;
Let me know she’s happy and safe,
That she’s sleeping with you,
That one day I’ll hold her and stroke her hair, too.
Send a butterfly,
Something poetic,
Leave a message in bathroom steam,
It’s hard for a sceptic but it’s easy to dream,
Type something in Word miraculously,
An orb of light only we can see;
Or just send a shiver
Down my spine;
And in time I’ll know that she’s fine.
Please love her for me
and give me a sign?
You have already got a sign,waiting in the holy writ,John;10.10,success.
in a way i know how you feel, with you looking for a sign. when i lost as good a friend as i've had, i needed one, too. it struck me you mentioned butterfly because in a way that's what i was looking for, too. because her name meant butterfly. there were a few ways i was answered. i hope soon you recieve your answer, too.
it is really a good poem..love it ..much inspiring and hope you go through mine too