THE SOUL FISH . . . .
Down onto the sunny - but - windless beach - one day
My grandfather and I on the water’s edge - we stayed
The gentle ebb of the waters flow - in and out - it goes
Lapping with delightful sensation - in between my toes
Just at the water’s edge very faintly you could just see
A very flat sole fish just waiting and looking up at me
My Grandfather - told me to this fish - we must respect
For inside this sole fish a dead departed soul was kept
I looked at the fish the very flat sole fish looked at me
And in its eyes - the soul of a departed - looking at me
Now my Grandfather has now departed and I am bereft
For the heartfelt message that just for me he never left
Now with each day - it is down to the water’s edge I go
Just waiting for my beloved Grandfather’s soul to show
Dedicated to my Grandfather - Donald Shaw
Market Gardener - Whitley - Bay . . .
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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