The Horses Know About You

My fire went out,
The day that you left,
And losing your soul,
Left us bereft.

Pen to paper once was,
The easiest thing,
But then when you passed,
I gave up writing.

Then out of the blue,
Of the ashes and dirt,
A rekindled flame,
I began to exert.

Emotions once hidden,
Emotions thought dried,
Once more opened up,
A world to my eyes.

Granted one worse,
Than the one I had known,
One ignored and one changed,
But some changed and some grown.

The tree by the caravan,
Now broken and weak,
The gravel pit gone,
The horses are meek.

But the fish are abundant,
The Ice creams stay cold,
The forest is exuding,
Deers of gold.

The river still flows,
And the fungi still bright,
The thorns on the bushes,
Still give you a fight.

The shops in the town,
Still busy with kids,
The foxes still raid,
The bins with no lids.

Although we all miss you,
And life has all changed,
We know you're the one,
Preventing us pain.

So please will you rest,
Easy and safe,
In the knowledge your
death has not made us waifs.

We strive to do,
The best that we can,
To be the best we can be,
Without much of a plan.

But things have not changed,
As much as I'd feared,
As the grass is still green,
And the trees are not sheared.

The tree by the caravan,
Will be replaced with a new,
And the horses,
Though meek,
Know all about you.

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For my Grandad, who we miss every day.