Here's a recent poem by Adrian Mitchell we have special permission to reproduce on the website.

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