Heirs of the heart

Those you love. Those
you have loved. Those
who love you.

They live. You know
they live, somehow, somewhere.
Listen. Hear them. Aren’t they calling?

What are they calling?
What are they wearing, as they call?
Are they wearing grief, loss;
your borrowed clothes?

Are they trapped in your memory?
Be them. Let them shine in you,
from out of you. They call to live
where they should live:
not locked in memory, but
shining out from you.
Be them. Be their life.

How you loved them. How they
loved you. Be that love,
Live that love. Let them
shine, so bright that
people recognise them in you;
wonder how to tell you without hurt…

Their purity. What they really were.
What they truly lived for.
Let it shine. Give them
the life they sought.

Listen to them.
How happy they are,
living in you whom they so love..
see how they shine..

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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