Book Description

This book has been happening to me for the past twenty years. That may sound a little strange but, I have never sat down at any time with the intention of writing a poem. It all began when I attended a funeral one afternoon. As I listened to the funeral service I could not help feeling how little comfort the words brought to me. All that day I could not stop thinking about the words of the service; surely, I thought, there must be better words to say to those who are grieving. That evening I went for a walk, and as I stood by a farm gate looking over the fields, I had the most extraordinary urge to wrote something. I had no idea what I should write; I only know that I must write. So I hurried back home and sat down with a pen and paper. I still had no idea what I should write about. I sat there for about three minutes, still feeling the urge, and then my hand began to write. It is a very strange thing to see your hand writing words on paper which are not n your head. I'm quite used to it now, but on that first occasion I was a bit shocked. The writing that day was the poem 'Think of Me' and as you cans see, they are words which have brought comfort to friends from time to time. All the poems come through in their finished state, I rarely if ever have to change a word. I'm happy to say that years later I still get the urge and the poems are still bringing me messages. It is my sincere wish that others will find messages also. Cover painting- "Comes the Dawn" by Des Floody