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