Looking at records,
All very old.
Names and dates
Of lives now told.
Babes and old folks
Alike to be read,
All gone to their “long home”
-We know them as dead-
But I feel they are living
In a different sphere;
And although I can’t see them,
I sense they are near.
Each of these names
Will have a face,
And maybe I’ll see them
In a different place.
Effy
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