Quiet Messengers Robins
Just to show you are near
Quiet Messengers robins
I ache for you in ways unspoken,
in silent hours that feel half broken.
Your voice still lingers in my mind,
a warmth the world cannot unwind.
The days drag heavy through my chest,
the nights refuse to let me rest.
Yet something stirs I can’t explain,
a softness moving through the pain.
A single feather finds my way,
no wind, no reason, yet it stays.
It settles near as if it knew,
my heart was reaching out for you.
A robin pauses, watching me,
too close, too calm, too quietly.
It does not fear, it does not fly,
just meets my gaze as I ask why.
These moments come when I feel low,
like gentle whispers I should know.
Not loud or bright, not meant to prove,
just quiet signs that carry love.
So though I cannot hold you near,
I feel you in the stillness here.
Not gone, just out of sight somehow,
still finding ways to reach me now.
I wrote this for my brother John for Brenda his wife, my sister in law who died a year ago. He misses her so much. We all do🙏♥️🙏
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George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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oh the longing to see the ones who passed-this was a lovely poem.
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This is a lovely poem, it made me think of my mum who's passed. She loved the Robin so when I see one now, I think it's her saying hello. Thankyou for bringing back some nice memories xx