MEETING UP AGAIN
Mr dear, dear dad
It's Thursday and I remember well
How I visited you on this night
With food and tales to tell
I came to meet your honest eye
To hear you have your say
Enjoy humour and laughter
Helping the loneliness of each day
I miss you dear, dear dad
I wonder how you fare
The next dimension just a breath
Away from me right here.
That quest for truth and learning
I pray you've found the way
The answers to your questions
You had each and every day
I hope to meet you very soon
Of my plan you are aware
Awaiting the moment
The message you are there!
Marion ~ 29th January 2004
I went to a meeting and was told by a medium that my father was present and also my dear brother Malcolm
it was a wondeful time for me.