I am with You, I am by your bed every night; I come to have a peek.
I can see when you are crying, and you find it hard to sleep.
I chatter to you softly as you brushed away your tears,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you. I’m well. I’m fine. I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached out to me.
I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I am not lying there.
I flew with you back towards the house. As you fumbled for your key,
I gently touched you with a feather, I smiled and said, “It’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was perching there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, and then smiled. I think you knew
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over – I smile and watch you yawning
And say, “Good night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll fly across to greet you and we’ll enter side by side.
I have many things to show you. There is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me
(The original version is titled “I Stood by your Bed”)