3 Months

Look for me when the tide is high,

And the gulls are wheeling overhead.

When the autumn wind sweeps the cloudy sky,

And one by one the leaves are shed.

Look for me when the trees are bare,

And the stars are bright in the frosty sky.

When the morning mist hangs on the air,

And shorter darker days pass by.

I am there, where the river flows,

And salmon leap to a silver moon.

Where the insects hum and the tall grass grows,

And sunlight warms the afternoon.

I am there in the busy street,

I take you hand in the city square.

In the market room where the people meet,

In your quiet room - I am there.

I am the love you cannot see,

And all I ask is - look for me.

~ Iris Hesselden

I'm always looking for you Grandad. I hope you're somewhere around looking down on us all and smiling with Nan. I can't believe it's already been three months when it just feels like yesterday. Everyone hates you not being here and we know that if all our tears could build steps, you and Nan would be right back where you belong in a heartbeat- beside us.

xxx