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From Across the Bridge
Love and thoughts have power beyond the physical realm
They call to us with a spiritual and emotional connection
Because in the land of the living, while they cry and grieve
Those of us from across the bridge still feel their affection
Sometimes their prayers sound like distant echoes and questions
While those of us from across the bridge smile at their supplications
Wishing that they would adhere to our old advice and suggestions
Hoping they share our stories and lessons with the new generations
From across the great void sometimes we hear about their pain
And with love we always wish we could take away the suffering
But once a year when they open that beautiful rainbow bridge
We walk amongst them enjoying all the wonderful offerings
And it’s there on that night when our spirits come together
When I see the loves of my life gathered remembering our time
And they pull out pieces of paper and other notes I wrote
Hearing them laugh at the poetry and words I left behind
I’ll come to you in dreams or in short flashes of memory
Or if my picture falls off from the magnet on the fridge
I’ll be there in songs or in a rhyme that reminds you of me
Just remember I love you,
Sincerely,
Me
From across the bridge
They call to us with a spiritual and emotional connection
Because in the land of the living, while they cry and grieve
Those of us from across the bridge still feel their affection
Sometimes their prayers sound like distant echoes and questions
While those of us from across the bridge smile at their supplications
Wishing that they would adhere to our old advice and suggestions
Hoping they share our stories and lessons with the new generations
From across the great void sometimes we hear about their pain
And with love we always wish we could take away the suffering
But once a year when they open that beautiful rainbow bridge
We walk amongst them enjoying all the wonderful offerings
And it’s there on that night when our spirits come together
When I see the loves of my life gathered remembering our time
And they pull out pieces of paper and other notes I wrote
Hearing them laugh at the poetry and words I left behind
I’ll come to you in dreams or in short flashes of memory
Or if my picture falls off from the magnet on the fridge
I’ll be there in songs or in a rhyme that reminds you of me
Just remember I love you,
Sincerely,
Me
From across the bridge
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