Dear readers,

I am sharing this poem with you today with a hope that it brings you some comfort, especially to those who have experienced loss. Losing someone close to us is one of life's most challenging experiences, yet we often find strength in the belief that our loved ones continue to watch over us.

This poem, titled "From the Other Side", was crafted with that sentiment in mind. It is a gentle reminder that those who have departed from our lives are not truly gone. They continue to watch over us, to share in our joys, our sorrows, our triumphs, and our struggles. They remain with us in spirit, their love unwavering and boundless, transcending the confines of the physical world.

I hope this poem offers you solace, a sense of connection, and a touch of peace. Whether it resonates with your personal experiences or provides a moment of reflection, I hope it serves as a reminder that love endures, reaching beyond the limitations of time and space.

Thank you for reading, for sharing in this journey of words and emotions with me. Remember, we are never truly alone. Our loved ones are always with us, watching over us, their presence felt in the quiet moments, the gentle whispers of the world around us.

With heartfelt wishes,

Shann Writes

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From the Other Side

From realms of peace, I watch you grow, A silhouette in moonlight's glow, Once cradled in these spectral arms, Now far from reach, but free from harms.

The sun-kissed hues on your tender cheek, Echoes of a time so bleak, Yet filled with laughter, love, and tears, A sepia-toned kaleidoscope of years.

I trace the path your life has taken, By time and fate, not forsaken, From stumbles and falls to towering heights, In the darkest days and the brightest nights.

I feel your tears in the starlight's gleam, Your laughter carried on the sunbeam, Each joy, each sorrow, yours and mine, In our hearts forever intertwined.

The empty swing, the vacant chair, A world unseen, yet I'm still there. In every bloom, in every breeze, In twilight whispers among the trees.

Oh, the lessons I yearned to teach, A world beyond my mortal reach. Yet still, I watch, I guard, I guide, From the realm where shadows reside.

Through every milestone, every strife, I am the undercurrent of your life. A silent guardian in the moonlit night, In every dawn, your morning light.

Though I've passed beyond the mortal coil, In spirit, I tread on familiar soil. Your growing pains, your joy, your sorrow, Your yesterday, your today, your tomorrow.

In dreams, I cradle you close to my heart, In this ethereal world, we're never apart. My love, a river that endlessly flows, From this realm of silence, where nothing grows.

From beyond, I watch, I weep, I smile, Walking with you, every earthly mile. Invisible threads, forever entwined, A mother's love, death cannot bind.

~S.W