Posted by Brad Osborne on May 1, 2023 · 12 Comments
Witnessed by angelic eyes,
A loving son still survives…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 5, 2022 · 13 Comments
The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 10, 2022 · 26 Comments
I travel now, a different path,
In a world you cannot see…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on June 22, 2022 · 8 Comments
Witnessed by angelic eyes,
A loving son still survives…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on October 21, 2021 · 22 Comments
The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on August 11, 2021 · 21 Comments
I travel now, a different path,
In a world you cannot see…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with death, eternal, grief, heaven, hell, life, living, love, memories, passing, path, poem, Poetry, sadness, tears
Posted by Brad Osborne on June 28, 2021 · 20 Comments
Witnessed by angelic eyes,
A loving son still survives…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on September 17, 2020 · 22 Comments
The far-off tolling of a bell,
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 22, 2020 · 18 Comments
Do not send me off this way,
With tears and woeful cries,
Let me think that my last day,
Will be seen through happy eyes.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with celebration of life, death, dying, final wishes, funeral, grief, grieving, laughter, life, loss, memories, open form poetry, poem, Poetry, sadness
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