DEATH IS SMALLER THAN I THOUGHT My Mother and Father died some years ago I loved them very much. When they died my love for them Did not vanish or fade away. It stayed just about the same, Only a sadder colour. And I can feel their love for me, Same as it ever was. Nowadays, in good times or bad, I sometimes ask my Mother and Father To walk beside me or to sit with me So we can talk together Or be silent . They always come to me. I talk to them and listen to them And think I hear them talk to me. It's very simple - Nothing to do with spiritualism Or religion or mumbo jumbo. It is imaginary. It is real. It is love. April 18, 2006 Adrian Mitchell PS. Jonathan read this at, his late friend, Adrian’s funeral and also at the funerals of, his brother in law, Jim and his Auntie Mair, who died aged 97 and who was like a mother to him.