One of my favorite poems …
Billy Collins, “The Dead”
The dead are always looking down on us, they say,
while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich,
they are looking down through the glass-bottom boats of heaven
as they row themselves slowly through eternity.They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth,
and when we lie down in a field or on a couch,
drugged perhaps by the hum of a warm afternoon,
they think we are looking back at them,which makes them lift their oars and fall silent
and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.
Check out the animated reading of “The Dead” …
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"She wrote the way she lived: on the fly, without retrospect, always on the way, climbing higher."
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WOW!!! you have done it again…It is truly beautiful work of art. Yes, I believe writing is an art. Just like painting, photography, and music, there are those gifted and with the right training and direction, share with us all the beauty. Thank you again!!!
I don’t know any other poems by Billy Collins, but this one I love.
I love it too. I’ll google his name later and see what comes up.
aah, I’m not so sure…
This poem really says it all. Not in quite the manner I think of it, but I do believe as it says our loved ones watch down on us form heaven.
When I think my dear mother can see me, it does tend to make me clean up my act a little.
Love and blessings to you Sister.
Bill
Thanks, Bill. Love and blessings to you too.
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