I wrote this poem not long after the death of my grandmother.We had a very close bond, she raised me and I'd had a hard time accepting her death.I was visiting Kenmare in Ireland where she was born.I was missing her but I could feel her near.These words seemed to come from her.Creatur, endearment.
Don't cry for me my Creatur, don't weep
For I rest now in a magical place
Tis in the arms of Orpheus I sleep
With Angel's breath to caress my face.
The cloth I use to cover me
Is woven from the mists of morn
The pillow that lies beneath my head
Was taken from the clouds at dawn.
Don't fear that I sleep in the dark
For in this place it cannot hide
The Light of God shines all around
And in this Love I do abide.
But remember Creatur, one more thing,
One thing I only ask you do
Don't forget my love for you burns bright
And I am watching over you