I love the warmth of your smile
It shines from all the photographs, and for a while
It seems impossible that you’re not here
At the end of a phone, on Facetime. Where
Do people go when they die?
I believe in an after life, I
Can sense your presence all around.
Without a sound
You comfort me.
So , wherever you are, you’re where I need you to be.
27 July 2022
Jo Hansen 