At every kissing gate I come across
I blow an extra kiss
For the people in my life
Whom all are sorely missed
Sisters brothers friends and lovers
Mums and fathers too
Grandparents and the children
Who all left the world too soon.
I hope the kiss is caught
In the whispers of the breeze
Who takes it in it’s arms
and boldly takes the lead.
Out past rolling waters
Over torrid seas
Through forgotten forests
Causing sighs amongst the leaves
Round the world it goes
And twice around again
Reaching to every corner
But never to an end
Until I close the gate
And feel a breeze upon my cheek
And know that you are always there
To kiss me when I’m weak.
By Bethan Bottomley
